All language subtitles for The.Game.Of.Life.2026.eng

(reel clacking)
(typewriter clacking)

(intriguing ethereal orchestral music)

- [Jack Voiceover] I'm not
what you'd call a happy person.

I don't really trust
happy people, you know,

like, what are they so excited about?

There's something they
really enjoy about all this?

The only people who smile all the time

are psychopaths and morons or
people with something to hide.

- [Ellen] Oh, look who's finally awake.

- [Jack Voiceover] (scoffs) Right on time.

No risk making her happy.

- [Ellen] How long were you asleep?

- [Jack Voiceover] Yeah,
she hates it when I nap;

something about not being very productive.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

there's still stuff I get excited about.

Actually, there's
something I wanna show you.

It's this thing I've been working on,

I think it actually might
finally be ready to-

- Jack, I left at 11:30,
how long were you asleep?

- [Jack Voiceover] Oh my God, who cares?

- [Jack] I don't know
just a couple of, uh...

- [Jack Voiceover] Oh, here we go.

- [Jack] I guess I overslept.

- [Ellen] You always do this.

- [Jack Voiceover] Let's just hope

she doesn't see the letter.

- When were you gonna tell me about this?

(intriguing orchestral music)

- [Jack] Uh...

Can we please just not do this right now?

- "Mr. Folly, I represent
a classified office

within a branch of the United
States Intelligence Community.

We've been monitoring your work

on outcome-oriented code structures,

and I'd like to interview with..."

Jack, this is a job offer.

- Yeah, why do you
think I didn't tell you.

- I can't keep supporting us forever.

We agreed, that at some point,

if your freelancing wasn't working out,

you'd get a real job.

- The freelancing is earning something;

and that, that would kill me.

You know that, right?

Like, being locked up in somebody's office

for 12 hours a day, just
glued to a computer somewhere,

that, that would literally kill me.

- Isn't that exactly what you do here?

- At least it's my office, right?

I could leave if I wanted to.

- Yeah, but you don't.

You just sit here all day.

- You just don't get it.

- I do.

I really do.

You're depressed,

but you don't take your meds

and you don't go to therapy anymore,

and you're not gonna get any better

unless you get off your
ass and do something;

and this is your chance.

This is the government,

and you're lucky it's an
offer and not an audit.

(Jack scoffs)

Right now, they're being nice;

next time, they might kick down the door.

I mean, they didn't even say who they are.

- You're being a little
dramatic, don't you think?

(intriguing dramatic orchestral music)

Wait, are you going out?

- Yeah.

It's girls' night.

- You, you made plans without me?

- Jack, you're always either sleeping

or swallowed in your computer.

Either way, you're just gone.

You wanna spend time with me?

You need to make more of an effort.

(intriguing dramatic music)

(Jack sighs)

(switch clacking)

(tense techno music)
(keyboard clacking)

- Yeah, of course, I'm
depressed, who isn't?

Grow up, Ellen.

Maybe if she didn't nag me all the time,

you know, had a little confidence in me...

(Jack sighs)

Anyway, enough about her.

This is what I wanted to show you.

I wasn't really sure it was ready,

but now with that letter and
Ellen breathing down my neck,

it...

(device beeping)
(graphic whooshing)

Might be now or never.

(tense techno music)

(keyboard clacking)
(tense techno music)

Babylon, are you awake?

(text whirring)
(tense techno music continues)

- Jack, did you hear me?

You should pay off some of my credit card

before I go out tonight.

(intensifying tense techno music)

Hey.

- Hmm.
- Did you hear me?

I need you to pay off
some of my credit card

before I go out tonight.
(Jack sighs)

- Yeah, I'll do it as
soon as I'm done here.

- What are you doing?

- Stuff.

- [Ellen] Ugh.

Are you still working on this?

- Yes.

- [Ellen] God, I wish you'd stop.

I told you no one's gonna pay for this.

- Oh my God.

Have a nice night.

(keyboard clacking)

(tense techno upbeat music)
(keyboard clacking)

(Jack sighs)

Ellen, she's a good
girlfriend, supportive, mostly.

She tries to understand me,

but (sighs) she just doesn't.

She thinks of mental health

like it's asthma or something, you know?

"Just (imitates inhaler
hissing) take your inhaler,

you should be fine.

Make friends, get a life, get a job."

It doesn't, it doesn't work that way,

at least not for me.

There isn't a desk job on the planet

that won't make me
(gun mechanism clacking)

wanna blow my brains out
(firearm thudding)

in the first six months. (scoffs)

But this,

this is finally gonna change things.

Babylon is what I call
a universal translator.

It takes spoken word commands

and translates them
into outcomes and code.

So I've been training
it on the stock market,

and in every simulation I've run,

it makes a shit-ton of money.

(scoffs) She wants me

to get off my ass and do something?

Fine, let's do it for real this time.

Look, I don't want the FTC
to come banging down my door

when they see me making a
bunch of weird robot trades,

so I can only do this once;
(computer beeping)

that means I need to give
it everything we've got.

Obviously, Ellen doesn't
really believe in this,

or believe in me,

but I think when she
sees a couple extra zeros

at the end of our bank account statement,

she's gonna come around.

So, everything.

(computer beeping)

All right, Babylon,

your goal is to take all available funds

and achieve a 100x return
by close of business today.

(text whirring)

You got it, get started, pal.

(text whirring)

(computer beeping dynamically)
(techno dramatic music)

(computer beeping dynamically)
(techno dramatic music)

(Jack chuckles excitedly)

(computer beeping intensifying)

(Jack laughing excitedly)

(intriguing techno dramatic music)

(computer beeping)
(static whirring)

(siren wailing)
(computer beeping dynamically)

(intriguing techno
dramatic music continues)

(siren wailing)
(computer beeping dynamically)

(intriguing techno
dramatic music continues)

Shit!

Babylon, stop.

Babylon, close program.

(computer beeping dynamically)

Shit!

(siren wailing)
(computer beeping dynamically)

Babylon, cancel all pending
trays and close program.

(intriguing techno
dramatic music continues)

- Hey, just came back
to get my sunglasses.

Jack, what happened?

Did you just...

(keyboard clacking)

- I'm...

I'm sorry, I was...

I was just...
- Jesus, Jack,

how much did you lose?!

(key clacking)

I can't do this anymore.

I told you not to do this,
and look what happened!

You went behind my back,

I mean, what am I supposed to say?

- I don't know, maybe,
um, "I told you so."

- "I told you so"?

Yeah.

Yeah, um, except, "I told you so,"

doesn't quite cover it.

No, I think what you're
looking for is "It's over."

- I can, I can get the money back.

I can figure out-
- Stop.

- What went wrong, I think-
- Stop.

I don't wanna hear it.

I never wanna see you again.

(door creaking and clacking)

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(melancholy orchestral music continues)

(water pattering)

(melancholy orchestral music continues)

(melancholy orchestral music continues)

(melancholy orchestral music continues)

(Jack shuddering)
(tense melancholy music)

(tense melancholy music continues)

(door clacking)

- Jack, can you come out?

I just need to get my things.

(melancholy orchestral music)

Jack?

Jack!

(computer beeping dynamically)

(static whirring)
(computer beeping dynamically)

(text whirring)
(static whirring)

(intriguing cinematic orchestral music)

(wind whooshing)
(enigmatic wailing)

- [Stranger] Jack.

(wind whooshing continues)

Jack.
(enigmatic wailing)

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, Jack.

Let's get outta here.

(enigmatic wailing intensifying)

(Jack gasping and breathing heavily)

- That same dream.

I told you about that one before?

(sighs) I used to think
it was about Ellen,

but I think I might have been wrong

about that one. (chuckles and sighs)

Back here again.

After last time, I swore
I would never be back,

that I'd make sure of it,

but (sighs) guess that's over too.

- Jack, how are you feeling this morning?

- Oh, I'm...

I'm great, really, really good.

- Glad to hear it.

My name is Wendy, I'll be
your shift nurse today.

Do you know where you are, Jack?

- Yeah, I do.

- Can you tell me, please.

Can you tell me what day it is,

where you are, and why you're here?

- Right.

Sanity checks.

In the Psych Ward, every
conversation is an observation,

every interaction is being evaluated,

every moment is a test.

If I scream at her and say,

"I'm in the psych ward
for Christ's sakes,"

then she's gonna write that
I'm combative and aggressive.

If I just stand here mute,

she's gonna write that I'm confused

and I don't know where I am.

So I just look up and smile and say,

"I am...

I'm at Denver Plymouth Central Hospital,

in the Psychiatric Ward.

The date is March 16th,

and I'm here because..."

Will that work for you?

- That's great, Jack.

You're in Ward A,

which is for more lucid patients;

we also have Ward B,

which is for patients
with more severe symptoms

or pathologies.

You may sometimes see patients from Ward B

as they transition back to better health

and are permitted social
interactions with Ward A.

- I can't wait.

- That's the spirit.

Listen, we're going to have
a morning mindfulness session

here in a few minutes,

but, first, I'm going to
need to take a few things:

keys, wallet, any drawstrings,

personal electronic devices,
shoes, and shoe laces.

Oh, and your socks.

- Socks?

- Not to worry, we've got some
very special ones for you.

They're actually super comfy,

and they have these
little grips on the soles

to make sure you don't slip.

So cute!

- How long am I gonna be here?

I'm locked up.

- Look, Jack, I know you feel locked up,

but we really don't try to keep anyone

beyond what's necessary for their safety.

Actually, it looks like you were committed

in another psychiatric facility
about eight months ago,

so it'll be up to your doctor to decide;

but I know that policy here

is that for multiple committals
within a single year,

the hold period is no
shorter than 10 days.

- 10 days?!

You gotta be kidding, right?

I can't, I can't do that.

- I'm so sorry, Jack.

I promise you that the
staff is here to help.

And if there's anything that you need to-

- I need to get out of here!

- I really am sorry, Jack.

I think that you'll find

that this really is the best
place for you right now.

Take your time to get collected,

and we'll see you in Room 3.

(door creaking and clacking)

- Look, I was hoping you
wouldn't see me like this.

I don't know what to do.

I mean, it's like nothing matters.

Each one of us,

you know, we're in this little
theater watching like a movie

through our eyes that only we can see;

mine sucks.

Other people, they seem to
be watching like a rom-com,

or like a lifetime movie
where everything works out.

And (sniffles), I mean,
it's like nothing matters,

like, doesn't that freak you out?

It freaks me out.

I've seen a few shrinks about it,

but, like, you get what I'm saying, right,

like, what is the point of anything?

We all just suffer and suffer,

and nothing makes a difference at all.

I guess that's why I've always
liked math, code, computers;

you can learn the rules, you
can literally write the script.

I guess that's why I made Babylon,

you know, trying to
use what I do with code

to make the real-world just
a little bit more bearable.

(Jack sniffles)

(chuckles) 0 for 3.

Look, I'm gonna go to this thing,

do you think maybe you
could just leave me alone

just for now?

(Jack sniffles)
(birds chirping)

- [Group] I accept that here and now,

every event in my life has
led precisely to this moment.

I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.

(door clacking)
- Jack, welcome.

Have a seat.

- Come on, I asked you to get outta here.

- [Doctor Steve] Did
you say something, Jack?

- No, sorry.

Fine, do whatever you
want, but I'm ignoring you.

- Welcome, everyone. I'm Dr. Steve,

I am the Resident
Psychiatrist here on the wing.

Each of you is here because of challenges

with your mental health.

Now, each patient has
different set of circumstances

and challenges,

but there's also many things
that you all have in common.

I'm here to help you with
the tools that you can use

to improve how you cope
with those challenges

when they arise.

Now the good news is, if you
really focus on these tools,

I promise you, things will get better.

Now, today, we're doing
a small art project;

creative activities like this,

when done in a focused and mindful way,

can really help you quiet the mind

and reduce the chatter and noise

that often accompany
anxiety and depression

and other mental health disorders.

- God, I hate this.

They lock you up in here

because the worst thing in
your life has happened to you,

and they want you to do ironing beads?

It's everything I can do

not to flick this table over right now;

except I can't.

They make the furniture super heavy

so people don't throw chairs at each other

when they freak out.

Yeah, I know I said I
was gonna ignore you,

but who else am I gonna talk to?

- Everyone please try
to focus on your artwork

and keep talking to a minimum;

unless, of course, there's an urgent need.

- Dr. Steve?

- [Doctor Steve] Yes, Hugo.

- May I be excused?

I'm afraid all these gerbils

are gonna chew through my shoelaces.

(carpet scuffing)

- That's fine, Hugo, you're excused.

Please stop by the medication window

on the way back to your room, okay?

(door clacking)

(Jack sighs)
All right, everyone.

Now, as I mentioned, today's
project is an art project.

As simple as it seems, this is
the kind of tool you can use

to cultivate positive emotions,

and, and a great way to
express negative ones.

We're hoping that when you leave here,

you'll continue the habits

that you've learned and practiced here.

Every day, you should establish
a practice of mindfulness,

meditations, some
expressions of creativity,

and, of course, regular exercise.

- Dr. Steve?

- [Doctor Steve] Yes, Jack.

- I think I'll do that,
uh, uh, uh, exercise.

Is there a workout room?

- No.

- (chuckles) Um, okay,

is, is there any way to exercise in here?

- No.

(Jack scoffs)

- Yeah, that makes sense.

Um, okay, well, I, I, you
know, I'd really like to run,

keep my body healthy,
like you were just saying.

So when, when can I get outta here?

- Well, this activity is voluntary,

but we find it's really helpful

if you decide to participate.

I mean, these are

the kind of things that you-
- Sorry, sorry.

I, I meant when can I be discharged?

When can I go home?

- As I was saying, Jack,

these sessions can really help you

get your mind back on track
and get some sense of balance.

As easy as this exercise
looks, um, if you focus on it

and, and keep on task,

it can really help you clear your mind

of all those ruminations
and negative thoughts.

Now I'm scheduled for a
session with you tomorrow,

and we could talk about what
the next days and weeks here

will look like for you.

- Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait,
uh, did you say "weeks"?

You gotta be kidding me, man.

Look, you wanna, you wanna see balance?

Uh, I'll make a yin-yang,

it's gonna be the most
amazingly balanced thing

you've ever seen in your life.

It's just like a perfect little circle

of white ones over here.

Okay, God.

I don't think I have enough
black ones to finish this.

Does anybody else have black?

(sighs) Of course, the goth
girl all the black beads.

Jesus. (inhales deeply)

Okay, look, you know what?

You said, this session's voluntary.

I'll see you tomorrow, doc, thanks a lot.

(enigmatic whooshing)

(door clacking)
(Jack sighs)

- Jack.

(intriguing orchestral music)
Good to see you.

How are you feeling?

- I'm fine?

(intriguing dramatic music)

- I don't blame you for
being frustrated, Jack.

This is probably one of the bigger trials

that you'll ever have in your life,

but try to approach it with an open mind.

I mean, myself and the other staff,

we're not trying to make
your life miserable,

just the opposite.

I think you'll find

that the world can be a much
more peaceful place for you

if you just allow it to be.

- So, what?

You want me to make friends
in here, is that it?

- Eh, not exactly.

Everyone here is battling
their own demons.

This isn't the place to
find your next best friend,

or romantic partner,

but it is the place to find out

how you're going to take your next steps

out in the real-world

with a little more
balance under your feet.

- Doc, no offense,

but this place is a little
hypocritical, right?

"Make sure you get plenty of
regular exercise every day,

but, oh, by the way, there's
no way to do that in here."

Uh, "Make sure you're
open to new experiences

and new people, but definitely
don't make any friends,

because the people in
here are pretty unstable."

I mean, come on.

- Life is full of conflict and compromise.

I think you'll find

if you try to focus on what
we're trying to teach you,

you'll really get a lot out of it.

- When do I get out of here?

I'm safe, I'm lucid,

I'm not seeing gerbils
chewing my shoelaces.

I-I-I think I'm ready to go home.

- Right to the point.

I like that about you, Jack.

So my job is to make sure

that you do not pose a credible threat

to yourself or anyone else.

According to your chart,

this is your second visit to a Psych Ward

in just the last eight months;

that's excessive.

- Oh, so one visit, that's fine,

but, two, that's excessive.

Got it.

- Well, I wasn't the Resident Psychiatrist

on your last visit,

so the only way I can understand that time

is by your chart and what
you choose to tell me.

Now you came here because
you weren't safe on your own;

my job is to make sure
that you're stable enough

so that we know that you will be safe.

What's your medication history?

- I don't take any.

Uh, I used to, but I hated it.

Listen, you said just now

that all you need is for me to be stable;

look at me, I'm stable.

The only thing bothering me

is that I'm locked in a hospital.

- Listen, I don't keep anyone
in here one minute longer

than they need to be,

but I think that you do need to be here.

I think that this is exactly
the right place for you.

- Dr. Steve, with all due respect,

this is kind of like that
ironing bead thing yesterday.

I'm not operating with all the pieces

I need to do what makes me whole.

- No, don't be too sure about that.

That patient who was
using the black beads,

she finished this for you after you left.

- The goth girl?

- The world can be filled with joy, Jack,

if you just choose to see it.

Let's talk soon about medication;

you really need something to
help stabilize those symptoms,

okay?

(Jack sighs)
(door clacking)

- I don't belong here.

(intriguing orchestral music)

(paper crinkling)

(paper crinkling)

(door clacking and creaking)

- [Eddie] How's it going?

- [Jack] Hey, that's my...

Nevermind.

- Why the long face, friend?

I'm Eddie, new roommate.

What are you in here for?

Oh, right, right, right.

Paranoid delusions;

I tried to knock over a
7-Eleven with a hunting knife.

- I'm not gonna lie,

I would love to see a
cutaway of that right now.

(device beeping)
(static whirring)

Hmm, it's worth a shot, anyway.

- The owner was nice
enough to drop the charges,

but after a consult with a shrink,

I ended up in here for a spell.

Not so bad, I have to say.

- Speak for yourself.

- What?

Ah, come on, friend, it's
all about your perspective.

See, for me, this is
like a little vacation.

Normally, I'm cooped up in
an office for 12 hours a day,

never see the sunshine,

lucky if I make it down
to the vending machine

for chips twice a day.

But here, they serve you food. (chuckles)

Check it out.

They bring you menus on this little card,

and you fill it out with crayon.

Crayon; it's hysterical.

- Yeah, it's 'cause pencils
can be used as weapons.

- Oh.

Oh, that makes sense.

Anyway, what was your name?

- Jack.

- Nice to meet you, Jack.

- [Jack] Yeah, likewise.

- Anyway, I figure I'll enjoy

this little breath of fresh air
while I can, do the Kumbaya,

and get back to work in a couple of days;

refreshed, back on meds.

- Lucky you.

- Ah, like I always say, you
gotta make your own luck.

- (scoffs) Did you come
up with that yourself?

- So what made you wanna go

all Richie Tenanbaum on yourself?

(Jack sighs)
Was it a girl?

- (chuckles) No.

Um, sorta.

Uh, I tried to beat the stock market,

but ended up losing all my money,

and my girlfriend's
money, and my girlfriend.

- Ouch.

Look, I'm gonna give you a little space.

I'm sure it's not a fun surprise

to have a new guy in here all of a sudden.

Go get yourself some lunch,

and when you get back, we can
shoot the shit for a while.

Sound good?

- Yeah, sounds amazing.

- Oh, here.

Um, turn this in for me, will you?

- Dino nuggets?

- This place is all about getting
your mind right, isn't it?

Nothing more comforting
than some chickie nuggies,

am I right?

(Jack sighs)

Oh, hey, before you go,
will you close the shades?

I'm gonna get in a power nap real quick.

- No shades.

- [Eddie] What?

- They're considered a danger, the cord.

- [Eddie] Jeez.

- Yeah.
- I'm starting to see

why you love this place so much.

- Have a nice nap.

(door creaking and clacking)

- Hi, Jack.

- Hi, um, I didn't see a spot for drinks.

Do you guys have anything
other than water?

- Ah, yes, we have a little tradition

that we do at each meal;

part of the therapeutic curriculum.

Go find a seat.

(attendees chattering)

(tray clacking)

- All right, everyone, I hope
you're having a great day.

We have a couple of new folks from Ward B

who are doing well enough
to join us in Ward A.

Please welcome William and Madison.

- [Attendees] Hi, William, hey, Madison.

- Now, before I begin,

I would like to lead us
in the mission statement

for the ward;

and most of you know
this, so just join in,

and if you don't know it, listen up.

We like to say this before
each meal and therapy session;

and since we're here at lunch,

we'd like to do it with
a toast of lemonade.

"I accept the here and now...."

- [Attendees] I accept the here and now...

- "Every event of my life

has led me precisely to this moment..."

- [Attendees] Every event in my life

has led precisely to this moment...

- "I am exactly where
I am supposed to be."

- [Attendees] I am exactly
where I'm supposed to be.

- Anybody else getting
some serious cult vibes

from Dr. Heaven's Gate over there?

(sighs) And again, if they
wanna finish the job for me,

who am I to argue?

Bottoms up.

(Jack gulps)

It's actually not bad.

- Jack, I'd like to
introduce you to someone.

This is William, he's
joining us today from Ward B.

- Am I that nuts?

They're pairing me

with the "just barely not throwing

shit at the walls" patients?

- Now, I am not too tech-savvy myself,

but I know you're both into coding,

and I thought you guys might
have something to talk about.

You two enjoy.

- Hi there.

- Ah.

William Connors, everybody
calls me Old Bill.

Look, kid, I'm real sorry,

I didn't mean for them
to foist me onto you.

If you don't wanna talk
to me, that's fine,

I'll tell 'em you were super
helpful and kind and all that.

- No, no, it's not like that.

Um, tell me about yourself,
what's your story?

- (chuckles) That's
usually what guys like me

say to young pups like you.

You must be an old soul.

What's your name?

- Jack.

- "Jack."

I knew a guy named Jack.

- Yeah, it's a common name.

- (sighs) Sorry, I'm still a bit fuzzy.

It's a guy who worked
with me at university,

that son of a bitch

knocked over a stack
of FORTRAN cards on me,

cost me a week of work.

I haven't thought about
that in a long time.

- How long you been here?

- (chuckles) No idea.

Yeah, you hit the jackpot here, friend.

I may be the craziest sack of
beans in this whole building.

Something went wrong
upstairs a while back,

and now I get into these spells

where I can't tell my
elbow from my asshole.

(Jack and Old Bill chuckling)

Eh, I mean, it's not so bad;

I come to, and end up chatting
with a nice kid like you.

- Nobody comes to visit you?

Do you have any family?

- My wife, Sally, yeah, she used to...

She used to come a lot,

but I could tell it was hard on her

never knowing when I'd
would fall off the deep end.

So I asked her to stop coming,

made her promise me to
just go on with her life

and just try to be happy;

it's all what keeps me together, really,

the thought that she's okay somewhere.

Jesus.

Look at me getting all
sentimental. (scoffs)

You're easy to talk to,
anyone ever tell you that?

- Not really. (chuckles)

- [Old Bill] Well, enough about me.

Wendy said you like to
code; tabs or spaces?

- Tabs.

- Yeah.

So what's your poison,
what do you do these days?

- Well, I'm not sure how it relates

to what you did in the FORTRAN days-

- Ooh, it's like that, is it?

- (chuckles) Yeah.

Anyway, I do this thing
called outcome-based coding.

It basically acts like a bridge

connecting Large Language
Models to code libraries,

so you, you can have the whole
thing compile and execute

an entire routine just by verbal command.

- [Old Bill] Hmm.

- You tell the program what you wanna do,

and it achieves the outcome.

- Hmm, outcome-based coding, huh?

Sounds fancy.

So how's that going for you?

- Eh, about this good.

(Old Bill laughing)

- (chuckles) Oh.

Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

- No, no, it's fine.

- So, so, so what's the problem?

- I don't know.

I mean, I think the thing basically works,

I've tested it a bunch of different ways.

The only thing I can come up with

is that maybe it's running
up against encryption

that it can't defeat;

like, the program knows
what it's trying to do,

but then it ends up running
into these digital locks

that it just can't solve.

- Hmm, yeah, I know all about that.

I spent a lot of time on SSL
encryption back in the '80s:

backbone of modern computing.

We put together digital
locks so mathematically dense

that they can't be
unlocked without the key,

you know, that's the idea anyway.

- I mean, it's not just an idea,

it's how the whole internet works,

it's how like almost
everything works these days.

- Well, that's how it works.

No question, but, uh, it'd
be a pretty neat trick

if you could get around it.

- What are you talking about?

(suspenseful orchestral music)
- All right, Bill,

I've got your meal ready for you.

Back in your room.

(enigmatic whooshing intensifying)

(crickets chirping)
(leaves rustling)

- You have a good day, Jack?

- Well, I'm still locked up.

- How long we been in here anyway?

- I've been here 152
hours, just over six days.

You got here a day and a half after I did.

- Geez, that's all?

Feels like at least a month.

- (sighs) I'm never getting outta here.

- You're such a Debbie Downer, man,

you're a Sad Sack Jack.

Wait, is that a thing?

Could be worse, man.

You know, actually,

there's a couple really
cute girls in here.

- (chuckles) What is wrong with you?

- Oh, come on, man,

they keep droning on about
accepting where we are.

Well, I'm still a human being, right?

I accept my primal urges.

Anyway, that's what I
miss about out there;

a little TLC from the opposite sex.

What do you miss?

- Probably my phone.

I just wanna read something
or code something,

or do anything that
doesn't involve watercolors

or colored pencils.

- No colored pencils, Jack,

those could be used as weapons.

- Jesus Christ.

(birds chirping)

(Jack sighs)

Another day in paradise.

(door clacking and creaking)

- Jack, come on in, we're
just about to get started.

(door creaking and clacking)
(enigmatic ethereal music)

Jack, you, you have to
sit all the way back

with your legs crossed like this;

these are meditation chairs.

(enigmatic ethereal music continues)

Today we will be doing a
basic mindfulness meditation.

Everyone, please relax,
(attendee snoring)

start breathing in and out slowly.

Mindfulness meditation may
sound esoteric or unusual,

but it's actually a very simple

and accessible way to calm your mind.

All we're going to be doing

is breathing in and out
and focusing on our breath.

Everyone, please close your eyes,

and begin counting your breath.

Start at one, go up to four,
and then go back to one again.

One,
(Jack inhales deeply)

two,
(Jack exhales deeply)

three,

four.
(Jack inhales deeply)

If you find yourself
thinking about other things,

notice it,

but then return focus
to counting your breath.

One,
(enigmatic whirring)

two, three,
(tense enigmatic whirring)

four.
(Jack exhales deeply)

One, two, three, four.
(computer beeping rapidly)

One, two, three, four.
(enigmatic whirring)

One, two, three, four.
(enigmatic whirring)

One, two, three, four,
one, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four,
one, two, three, four...

(rapidly accelerating voice)
(enigmatic wailing)

- [Jack] (gasps) Sorry, Dr.
Steve, I need to take a break.

(door clacking)

(Jack breathes deeply)

(door clacking)

- Hold on, Jack.

It's okay, take it slow.

Anything worth doing takes time.

- (sighs) With all due respect, Dr. Steve,

I don't think any of
this shit is worth doing,

for me anyway.

I mean, I know what's going on,

I'm a guy who gets depressed sometimes,

but I'm generally okay.

I get it, I made a big mistake,
and that's why I'm here,

but most of the time, I'm fine.

I-I'm not like the other people in there,

there's, there's no big
secret left for me to learn.

- (snickers) Jack,
you're a very bright guy,

there's no question about that.

I read your file, I know
what you're capable of,

but the world is bigger than
we can possibly imagine.

(Jack sighs)

- What's that supposed to mean?

- The more we learn,

the bigger our personal
island of knowledge becomes,

the longer our shoreline.

(Jack chuckles)

Uh, uh, what shoreline?

- Well, by that, I mean
things we don't know.

The more we learn,

the more we realize just
how big the ocean is.

Uh, you're good with computers, right?

- Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

- As you get better and better,

do you ever feel like,
"Oh, I've learned it all?"

- (chuckles) No.

No, I mean, it goes on forever.

- Just give it a try in here, Jack;

I promise you, it won't be time wasted.

(somber orchestral music)

(birds chirping)

- So then I told her,

"No, no, sweetheart, that's
not salmon." (chuckles)

"Salmon," get it?

- Uh, no, no, that's really funny.

Um, I'll be right back.
- Jack?

- Bill?

- Oh, Jack, nice to see you again.

- [Jack] How you doing?

- Ah, top of form.

I can't remember the last time

they had me out and about this long.

They're talking about
bringing me back to Ward A.

I think talking shop
with you was a big help.

Thank you, son.

(Jack chuckles)

- I-I didn't do anything.

Actually, I think I got
the better end of the deal.

Every minute I'm in here,

I feel like I'm getting a little crazier.

So, it's nice to have somebody to talk to.

(Old Bill chuckles)

- If I'm your best hope at sanity,

you are really up shit's creek.

(Jack chuckles)

- Uh...

Listen, last time we were talking,

you mentioned something

about like a way around SSL encryption.

- Mm, you wanna know my secrets, huh?

Well, we'll see about that.

- Okay, so what is it?

Some kind of a backdoor?

- Nah.

Backdoor is just a single vulnerability

built specifically into a single system,

and pretty crude, easy to patch.

I'm talking about something
like, like a Skeleton Key.

(intriguing orchestral music)

Something that could unlock any door

without leaving behind
so much as a fingerprint.

- (chuckles) Sounds
like a neat magic trick.

Do you do balloon animals too?

- You ever hear about
the "Game of Life," Jack?

- The board game?

- No,

I'm talking about the most
interesting and terrifying game

ever to be created by mankind.

It's a computer game written in 1970

by a man named John Conway.

- "Terrifying," like,
like worse than MMOs.

- What, MM-what's now?

- Massive Multiplayer Online,

it's like 10 million players

all playing the same game at
once, it makes me nauseous.

No, not 10 million players,
not 10 players, not even one.

Zero players.

- (scoffs) That sounds really fun.

- Shut your trap and listen.

It's played on a grid of squares,

each square is either
white or black, 0 or 1.

You set it all up beforehand,

you pick which squares are filled in,

and which ones are left blank;

that's your only input and
interaction with the game.

Then the game runs all on its own.

It analyzes each square
using just one simple rule:

any square with two or
three filled-in neighbors

get filled in on the next round,

everything else dies off;

and it takes that new grid,
makes another new grid,

and so on.

There, see that?

We made a little blinky toad there.

- So what's the point?

- It's not just blinky toads, Jack;

the beauty of it, the, the, the brilliance

is that from such a simple premise

comes an unbelievably complex output.

It's called the "Game of Life"

because the pixels seem to come alive,

creatures, spaceships, whole
civilizations can live and die,

go to war, travel, recreate,

all of it, right there in a tiny grid,

black and white dots.

I know you're smart
enough to see it, Jack.

- Oh my God.

If it's that easy to
simulate complex life,

how can we be sure anything's real?

Are we in a simulation?

Is that what you're telling me?

- Nah, that's your
depression talking, Jack.

See it another way.

If you take it for granted

that there are simple rules
that make the whole world tick,

then there's bound to
be a way to break 'em.

Getting back to those locked
doors we were talking about;

the only way to break encryption

is with super-complex, dense math work.

- Yeah, it's just how the math works,

those are, those are the rules.

- But what if you could change the rules?

- What does that even mean?

- Jack, just before I came here,

just before I was locked up,

I had something with me.

It was...
(intriguing dramatic music)

No.

No!

- Bill, what's...

Bill, what's wrong?

- It's that spook!

- It's okay, no one's there.

- Get away from me!

No, get away!
- It's okay.

- It's okay.
- No!

- Back to your room?
- Get out of here, Jack!

You gotta get out of here!

- It's okay.
- (sobs) No, no, no!

- Our food's ready, I'll be right back.

(somber orchestral music)

- Oh, Jack, I'm sorry you had to see that.

He's been doing a lot better these days.

- What's gonna happen to him?

- Back to Ward B, for now.

He's on some pretty strong meds,

and they make him really
tired most of the time.

But he's been doing a lot better recently.

We're almost ready to
transfer him back to Ward A.

- Yeah, he told me.

- Tell you what,

I can let you know the moment
he's ready for another visit.

How's that sound?

- Yeah, thanks.

(attendees chattering)

- One for you and one for me.

Yum.

Hey, what happened back there?

- It's really sad.

That guy's kind of neat,
actually, Old Bill.

- Wait, not William Connors?

The William Connors?

- You know him?

- I know of him.

That guy's a legend;

he was huge in the
early computer industry.

Ever play, uh, "Wagon Wheel"?

- (chuckles) "Jack has died of diptheria"?

- Yeah, well, he wrote
that as a side project,

like, just for fun to
keep himself entertained

while creating the backbone
of the modern internet.

The guy's like the father of SSL-

- SSL encryption.

Yeah, I was talking about it with him;

it's nuts.

- Not as nuts as he is.

(attendees chattering)

(crickets chirping)
(Jack sighs)

- Another day in Paradise.

- Yeah.

- No, I hate it here.

- Hey, you still want your phone?

(intriguing orchestral music)
- Yeah.

- Okay, let's make it happen.

- What are you talking about?

I figured it all out,

you probably had it on you
when you got in here, right?

- Yeah.

- So it's just up front
in the Personal Items bin.

- Yeah, behind a set of locked
doors and a team of nurses.

- I got a plan.

Come on, this is gonna be great.

- What, right now?

- [Eddie] No time like the present.

- That sounds like a really good plan.

Yeah, really decent chance of success.

- Actually, we do have
a halfway decent chance,

but we have to leave right now.

- I don't know, man, I
don't wanna rock the boat.

I don't need to give them excuse

to keep me here any longer.

- Nah, you'll be fine, I promise.

Look, we won't get caught;

even if we do, you can tell them,

I started acting up and you
were just looking out for me.

- Are you acting up?

- (snickers) Oh, absolutely.

Let's go, partner.

- I have a bad feeling about this.

(intriguing suspenseful orchestral music)

(door creaking)

- See, I told you, man.

Staff change at 7:00 PM on the nose.

This one's gonna leave,

and the replacement doesn't show up

for five to eight minutes on average.

Plenty of time for you to get your stuff

and get back to the room.

- How do you know all this stuff?

(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door creaking)

(tray clacking)

(nurses chattering)

- Okay, but how are we supposed to get in

without them seeing?

They've all got a clear view of the doors.

(tense techno upbeat music)
(nurses chattering)

- Okay, buddy, you owe me for this.

- What the hell are you doing?

(tense techno upbeat music continues)

- [Eddie] Good luck,
I'll be back in our room.

Whoo!

(tense dramatic techno upbeat music)

- He really is crazy.

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

- Eddie, Eddie!

Hi, hey,

come back-
- Hi, Nurse Carla.

- How are we doing?

- I'm good, how are you?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Let's get back to your room, okay?

- Okay.
- Come on.

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

Eddie, are you sure you're doing okay?

- [Eddie] Hmm.

- Okay, you stay here,

I'm gonna go look for your roommate, okay?

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

- Oh my gosh!

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

- Hey!

Get back in your room,
please, it's lights out.

(sighs) What is it with everyone tonight?

(tense dramatic techno
upbeat music continues)

(door creaking)

Jack, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm, I'm fine.

How are you?
- Where were you?

- Uh...

I was...

I was thirsty, uh, I was
just getting some water.

- Don't get up again,
unless it's an emergency;

it's lights out.

(door creaking and clacking)

(Eddie and Jack laughing)

- That was epic!

(Eddie and Jack sigh)

- (sighs) I admit, that was kind of fun.

- [Eddie] Did you get it?

- I'm not sure;

everything's kind of
disorganized down there.

They had electronics in this little bag.

Not that much in here;

some cables, some garage
door opener-looking thing.

(Jack sighs)

Yes!

(Jack sighs)
(objects clacking)

- [Eddie] Let me see.

- It's dead, do you
have a charger in there?

- There you go, champ.

- You're a lifesaver.

I owe you one.

- And don't you forget it, pal. (chuckles)

(intriguing orchestral music)

Lot of texts to go through?

(cellphone buzzing)
Um...

Yeah.
(keyboard clacking)

(keyboard clacking continues)

(cellphone beeping)
(message whooshing)

How about you, is your phone in there?

- Yeah, I got it.

I'm not gonna make out with it though.

I can leave if you two need a minute.

- (snickers) Very funny.

(intriguing orchestral music)

(cellphone beeping)

(somber orchestral music)
(crickets chirping)

What are you playing with?

- This thing you said, uh,
it was a garage door opener,

but this doesn't look like
any garage door opener

I've ever seen.

- Can I take a look?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You're right, this...

This is pretty fancy.

Hang on, it's got a port on it.

Will you hand me the bag?

(intriguing suspenseful orchestral music)

Here we go.

(intriguing suspenseful
orchestral music continues)

- [Eddie] What are you doing?

- [Jack] I'm gonna try to connect to it.

(intriguing suspenseful
orchestral music continues)

(cellphone beeping)

(cellphone chiming)
(Jack sighs)

No way.

- [Eddie] What is it?

- [Jack] Old Bill.

- [Eddie] What about him?

- He was telling me about this thing;

I, I just don't believe
it actually exists.

- Well, what is it?

- Bill was talking about a way

around the fundamental laws of,

I'm not sure, encryption, math, reality.

He was talking about cracking
some fundamental code.

I'm not really sure,

he kinda lost it before he
could finish telling me.

- Sounds like he lost it a long time ago

if he thinks he cracked
the code on reality.

- I don't know, man, think about it.

Every major scientist and philosopher,

from Aristotle, to Einstein,
to Hawking, to Oppenheimer,

they all were looking for
simpler and simpler ways

to describe reality.

What if Bill figured
out something really big

and he hardwired it into this thing?

(text whirring)

(keyboard clacking)

(text whirring)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Maybe it's just a garage door opener.

What are you doing anyway?

- I'm trying a number of
common function calls,

default commands, shell scripts,

but I'm not even sure the
TCP/IP is configured properly.

- Dude, I need a translator

to understand anything you just said.

- That's it, translator.
(chuckles excitedly)

- What are you talking about?

- (chuckles) That's, that's
exactly what I have here:

my, my AI program, Babylon.

It's essentially a code translator.

Babylon, you awake?

(cellphone beeping)
(cinematic ambient music)

Looks like this thing won't run

with another device connected.

I'm just gonna have to
move everything over.

Okay, Babylon, transfer
yourself over to the device

I just attached;

One way move, move everything,

including every available
code library you have

and all of your source code.

(device chiming)

(Skeleton Key whirring)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What'd you do that for?
(Jack chuckling excitedly)

Isn't that your life's work?

And you're just gonna put it
on that garage door opener?

- Yeah, why do you care?

- I mean, shouldn't you at
least leave a copy of it

on your phone?

- No, what is with you?

I-I told you the program
didn't even work properly,

that's why I'm in here in the first place.

All right, Babylon, are you awake?

(Skeleton Key whirring)

Babylon, get me discharged
from this hospital immediately.

(Skeleton Key whirring)

Babylon, turn on the lights.

(Skeleton Key beeping)
(switch thudding)

(Jack laughing)
- Shit.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What'd you do?

- Babylon, turn the lights back off.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

- [Eddie] Shit.

- Everyone, back to bed.
- In you room.

Lights off.
- Stay in the rooms.

(crickets chirping)

(Skeleton Key whirring)

- [Eddie] So what was that?

Who's Babylon?

- (sighs) Babylon's my AI script,

it's what I use to try
and beat the stock market;

ended up losing all my money.

Whenever it hit a digital rule or a lock

that it couldn't defeat,

I had to give up and move
on to the next objective.

But, combined with Bill's Skeleton Key

means it doesn't have to give up.

You tell it to turn on the lights,

it finds your GPS location

and flips every switch in the building.

- I'm confused.

Is this thing hacking reality?

Did we solve the
mysteries of the universe?

- Let me see it.

- Slow down, man.

I think, I think maybe
I've had enough excitement

for one night.

- For real?

You got Aladdin's Lamp in your
hand, and you wanna sleep?

- I wanna let my new island of knowledge

mesh with my new shoreline of ignorance.

- Oh, you really lost it, haven't you?

(Jack chuckles)

- Listen, I really appreciate you

helping me get my phone back, Eddie.

Sleep well.

(intriguing orchestral music)

Babylon, make sure Ellen gets
all her money back, please.

(intriguing dramatic music)
(Skeleton Key whirring)

(enigmatic whooshing)
(birds chirping)

(airplane whooshing)

(Skeleton Key whirring)

(door clacking and creaking)

- Good morning, gentlemen.

How did you sleep?

- Great, uh, mostly.

- Boring night really.

- Good.

I heard there was some kind
of issue with the light,

so I'm glad it didn't bother you.

Anyway, I'm here for Jack.

- Me?

What did I do?

- Oh, nothing at all, dear.

We received an email this
morning from your doctor

stating that after careful consideration,

it's time to discharge you.

You're going home today.

Do you have a ride and somewhere to go?

- Um...

Yeah, my cousin.

He, uh...

He said he could pick me up,

and I could stay with
him as long as I need.

- That's wonderful.

All right, let's go
collect your belongings

and get you out of here.

(Skeleton Key whirring)

- Babylon,

get Edward Crane discharged
from this hospital immediately.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Jack, the
order was just to discharge you.

Eddie will still be with
us for a little while.

(Skeleton Key whirring)

- Don't worry about me, champ.

I'm still enjoying it here.

- Good luck, man.

(footsteps pattering)

(intriguing orchestral music)

Bill.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

He's still in a bit of
a daze this morning;

not quite himself yet.

- Thanks for everything, friend.

Good luck.

- Jack.

Jack?
- Bill.

- How are you, son?

- I'm doing really good.

Uh, I'm actually getting
out of here right now.

- Oh, good for you, good for you.

I'll miss you.

You, you helped me find my way.

- No.

Bill, I think you did that by yourself.

- Jack, we don't do anything
in this life by ourselves.

Anything worth doing is worth doing

with someone you care about.

I'm, I'm in bad shape now,

but, man, I had a good ride.

And everything I look back
on that was worth a damn,

all my best memories, well,
the ones I can remember anyway,

were memories of my wife, Sally.

You go find someone, Jack,

hang on tight.

- I will.

I'll be thinking about you.

- [Old Bill] Oh, that makes one of us.

I'll probably be zombified

and shitting my pants within the hour.

(Jack and Old Bill laughing)

- I almost forgot.

I found something last
night in the Personals Bin.

I think it's actually yours.

- No.
- It's this thing...

- Keep it, and keep it to yourself.

If I ever get outta here,

I'll look you up and we can talk about it.

- Okay.

- Off you go.

- Good luck, friend.

(ambient mellow orchestral music)

(Skeleton Key whirring)

Babylon, there's a patient
here named William Connors,

find his wife, Sally Connors,

and get her the message
that he's doing okay

and she should come visit him.

(Skeleton Key whirring)
(mellow cinematic music)

- Everything okay, Jack?

- Yeah, yeah, uh, great.

Thanks so much.

- (gasps) Oh, wait a second.

Before you go, I forgot something.

Could you please recite the
mission statement with me?

It's just a little tradition we have.

- Can I pass?

- Um...

Okay, well, I've, I've never
had anyone do that before,

but I guess I can just recite it then.

"I accept the here and now,

every event in my life has
led precisely to this moment.

I am exactly where I'm supposed to be."

Best of luck to you, Jack.

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping continues)

- Jack, wait up!

(Eddie panting)

(Eddie chuckles)

Man, you'll never believe
what just happened.

(Skeleton Key whirring)
(Eddie chuckles)

Hey, I guess this makes us even.

So you heading to your cousin's place?

- I mean, I think you
know that was bullshit.

I-I don't have anywhere to go,

I don't have a house, any money, a car;

nothing but what's on me.

- Yeah.

Hey, gimme this.
- Uh...

I think I'll hold onto it for now.

Is it me or is he like
mad eager for this thing?

- Fine, whatever.

Hey, Babylon, book two first class tickets

on the next flight to Las Vegas

for Jack Folly and Edward Crane,

and send a driver to
our current GPS location

to take us to the airport right now.

(Jack chuckles)

- I don't know, man.

I'm, I'm not sure I'm ready for all that.

I, I just got outta this place.

- Exactly why you need a vacation, pal.

- Hey, Babylon,

set up a bank account for us
with a hundred grand in it.

Gotta get busy living,
man, or get busy dying.

- "Okay, Red."

- Huh?

- "Shawshank Redem..."

Nevermind.

Anyway, I, I, I don't know
if any of that worked.

You have to do the vocal handshake,

make sure the program's awake

before it accept any vocal commands and...

Anyway, I'm not sure

we're really ready-
- Did you guys order a ride

to the airport?

(jazzy funky groovy upbeat music)

(jazzy funky groovy techno upbeat music)

(jazzy funky groovy techno upbeat music)

♪ In between the words and laughs ♪

♪ If it's nothing it will pass ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ But here we are ♪

♪ This is happening, change my mind ♪

♪ Chew your gum, I'm hypnotized ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ That's good sign ♪

♪ 'Cause your face gets bright
when our little stars ignite ♪

♪ This will never work, but it might ♪

♪ I knew that you'd exist,
shooting stars don't always hit ♪

♪ And it's clear as day, can't see shit ♪

♪ Girl, I love that taste ♪

♪ Park your car right on my face ♪

♪ Baby pump those brakes just in case ♪

♪ Girl, just leave that horse ♪

♪ While you take my heart of course ♪

♪ Walking right through
walls lock the doors ♪

♪ Mattress traffic black and red ♪

♪ I would rather talk instead ♪

♪ Ooh, travel through our heads ♪

♪ It's okay to squeeze that grip ♪

♪ Scream in my face, reading lips ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Space time rips ♪

♪ 'Cause your face gets bright ♪

♪ Running through these traffic lights ♪

♪ This will never work but it might ♪

- So nice!

Come on, Jack, tell me this isn't exactly

where we're supposed to be.

Am I right?

Say it with me!

- I'll skip the psychobabble for now, man,

but I'll admit this is pretty nice.

- Can't believe we're here, man.

Thanks to your little electronic friend.

Lemme see it.

- I don't know, man, I've
been thinking about it.

I'm not sure how this is
doing what it's doing.

I'm worried it might not be legal,

like, I don't want to trade a
psych ward for a prison cell.

- Relax, man.

I can guarantee you, you're
not getting into any trouble.

Just let me have it.

- How do you know that?

Like, how can you be so sure?

- You worry too much.

Okay, forget it.

Anyway, there's a nude
pool just down the strip;

let's go, man.

Hand me the thing, and I'll book it.

- (chuckles) I think running around naked

is more your thing.

I think, I'm just gonna sit
here and relax for a while.

- Come on, man live a little!

(Jack sighs)

- All right, show me what you got.

- Okay, MGM Grand, Bellagio...

Oh, Jack, this is it!

Let's go here!

(Jack snickers)
You can even

keep your panties on.

Oh, come on!
- All right, all right,

all right.
- Come on, come on!

- All right, I'll go.

Just gimme a minute, I
need a drink or something.

- Okay, say no more, get your head right,

then meet me downstairs at roulette.

Viva Las Vegas!
(Jack chuckles)

(door clacking)

(cellphone vibrating)

- Hello?

- [Doctor Steve] Hello, Jack!

- (chuckles) Dr. Steve.

- I wanted to do an
extra check in with you.

How are you doing today?

- [Jack] I'm doing really great actually.

- That's great to hear.

What's changed?

I mean, the last time we spoke,

it seemed like you were pretty unhappy.

- I don't know, I guess
I took your advice,

opened up to people.

- You sound awfully far away, Jack.

- I guess I am.

Uh, I went to Las Vegas
for a little vacation,

but I'm, I'm really doing
a lot better, I promise.

- I think you should really try to focus

on the here and now.

- I am, really.

- [Doctor Steve] Will you do
a little exercise with me?

- (chuckles) Sure, why not?

- [Doctor Steve] Okay, close
your eyes, take a deep breath;

and when you open your eyes,

just see me right here
in the room with you,

sitting right across from you.

(enigmatic whooshing)
(intriguing orchestral music)

- Whoa, that's trippy.

- [Doctor Steve] Can you see me, Jack?

- Yeah, it's like you're right here.

It's crazy.

- Ah, that's a word I try not to use.

The mind is capable of
some extraordinary things.

Some of those things can really help us,

and some get in our way.

My job is to help you
put your mind in order

so it's working with you
instead of against you.

- Yeah, I-I get all that.

Uh, listen, I have to go,

but I really appreciate the call.

- Well, it's my pleasure.

Are you sure you're okay, Jack?

- Yeah, definitely.

- [Doctor Steve] Well, let's
check in again soon, okay?

- Uh, I guess so. (chuckles)

Bye, Doctor Steve.

- Bye, Jack.

(Jack scoffs)

(enigmatic whooshing)
(ice clacking)

(drink sloshing)
(jazzy orchestral music)

- Hey, sailor, what can I get you?

- Did you see that?

Is...

Is that her from the dream?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, uh, I'm so sorry.

Do I know you?

(Jenny chuckles)

- That's a great line,

but I've heard it before,

and I'm not on enough meds
to fall for it this time.

- Meds?

A fellow nutcase, huh?

Um, what is it; Fluoxetine, Venlafaxine,

something like that?

- Oh, you do know your stuff,

but I'm afraid it's slightly
bigger guns than that.

- Oh, I can go all night.

Uh, what is it; Risperidone,
Haloperidol, Lithium,

something like that?

- Yeah, something like that.

- So, what is it for you, bipolar?

- (chuckles) Got it in one.

- Uh...

Okay, so I'm gonna guess
a string of bad boyfriends

and some real daddy issues?

Am I warm?

- Mm, triple Yahtzee.

(Jack chuckles)

Hey, that's pretty impressive.

How'd you know?

You bipolar too?

- No, just crippling
depression most of the time.

- Hmm.
- Hey, isn't that great?

She's like as nuts as I am.

- Uh, are you sure you're okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm, I'm sorry.

So, what's bipolar like for you?

- Well, I either lash out like a snake,

or I think the whole
world's shitting rainbows.

(Jack chuckles)
Meds help a little,

but people have the wrong idea,

they, they think it's like asthma;

"Just take your inhaler."
- "Take your inhaler."

Yeah, no, the, uh, the world
still sucks, even on meds.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, a good Vegas vacation
can tend to cheer people up,

so you're in the right place.

- How do you know I'm on vacation?

I might be a local.

- Locals don't come here.

- Maybe I like the service.

- Well, I saw you on your way in,

your head looked like it was on a swivel.

(Jack snickers)

You just couldn't help
yourself, dead giveaway:

tourist.

- So you were watching me.

- [Jenny] Maybe.

- How long you been here in Vegas?

- Too long.

I think I've overstayed my welcome.

I can't even dodge
parking tickets anymore,

they just send them
straight to your phone.

(Jack chuckles)

- Okay, this is gonna sound weird,

but my friend wants me to go to this show,

and I really don't wanna be there.

Would you maybe come with me,

uh, and then like five minutes in,

you can pretend you got a phone call

and say you have to leave.

- That sounds like a
really big waste of money.

- Yeah, you only live once, right?

- (chuckles) Well, that
sounds pretty freewheeling

for a guy with "crippling depression."

(Jack chuckles)

- Please?

It, it would mean a lot to me.

- Mm.

Screw it, why not?

What's the show?
(tense ethereal upbeat music)

(tense ethereal upbeat music continues)

(tense ethereal upbeat music continues)

- Uh...

Yeah.

Look, I'm not trying to...

I think we can go if you want,

maybe this was a bad idea.

- No, actually I've
always wanted to see this.

- Really?

Are you shitting me?

Could she be any cooler?

This has to be like, like destiny, right?

- You're cute, Jack.

Hey, where's your friend?

Or was this just a ploy
to get me in the mood?

(Jack chuckles)

- Jack!

Oh, you found a date, huh?

Very suave, mon frere.

- Yeah.
- Okay, here we go.

- All right.
- Oh, by the way,

no electronics inside.

So get your phones out,
I'll go get the bags.

- Um...

Hey, will you hold something for me?

- Um, okay.

- Um, just hide it,
pretend you don't have it.

Whatever you do, don't
give it to that guy, okay?

(tense techno upbeat music)

Where did you...

Nevermind.

- Good boy, Jack.
(Jack chuckles)

(Eddie sighs)

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- What about the Skeleton Key?

- Oh, I didn't...

I didn't bring it.

- Really?

- Yeah, yeah, I-I got the tickets

and then, and then left it in the room.

- You got three tickets
before you met her?

- Yeah...

No, uh...

No, I, I got two tickets
and then I met her,

and then I went back up to the
room to get the third ticket,

and then I left the
Skeleton Key in there after.

- Okay, great.

Let's go see some titties!

(Jack chuckles)

(pensive techno upbeat music)

(pensive techno upbeat music continues)

- Are you sure you're okay?

We can get outta here, just say the word.

- No, it's okay, I'm having fun.

(pensive techno upbeat music continues)

- That was amazing!

Tell me you didn't love that, Jack.

- (chuckles) It was quite revealing.

Yeah.

Hey, what have we got to
drink that isn't booze?

- I'll make you some tea.

(Jack laughing)

- [Jack] What kind of tea is it?

- It's something special I got
for us at one of the casinos.

It was supposed to just
be for the two of us,

but since I'm obviously
the third-wheel here,

I'll just head down to the bar,

get myself a little nightcap.

You kids enjoy.

(cups clinking)
(jazzy orchestral music)

(door clacking)

(Jack chuckles)

- Yum.
- It's actually amazing.

Hey, thanks for coming to the show.

Uh, I'm sorry I dragged you
there without much warning.

- No, I meant what I said,

I actually always wanted to see that.

- Ooh, are you...

Is that more your...

Am I...

(enchanting jazzy orchestral music)

Oh, thanks.

- What is that thing anyway?

- Um...

Do I tell her?

I mean, I do think she's kind of special,

but I'm not...

- Are you okay over there?

- Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm just thinking.

- So who were you talking to?

(piano keys distorting)
- You heard that?

- Uh, yeah;

you just turned over there
and asked what you should do

and said you feel like I'm special.

- God, I knew it, this always happens.

The minute I open up to somebody,

everything just goes to shit.

- It-it's okay, Jack, just take it slow.

Actually, this reminds me of something

I just read in my horoscope.

- You read astrology?

You gotta be kidding me, right?

Do you believe in the tooth fairy too?

- Really, Jack?

- I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have said that.

You're right, I'm, I'm sorry.
- Okay.

So what I was saying is

it said something like, take it slow,

anything worth doing takes time.

Okay, so who were you talking to?

- You know that feeling
like someone's watching you?

I just get that a lot,

and I just work things out
with whoever's watching.

- Oh, uh, like you hear voices?

Are you sure you're okay?

- (chuckles) No, it's not like that.

It's just, I told you
I get depressed, right?

I guess it's just like a coping mechanism

for me to have someone to talk to.

- Okay.

Look, I get it, Jack, I really do.

I've been there.

- Yeah, I hear bipolar is no joke.

- You have no idea.

Depression, mania, I've even
spent time in a psych ward.

- I'm so sorry.
- No, don't be;

I-I checked myself in.

I actually got a lot of really good help.

The distance between sane and insane,

it's way shorter than most people think.

Look, I'll be honest though,

the whole invisible people
thing, it scares me a little.

Are you on any meds?

- Oh my God.

Why is everyone always asking me that?

- Probably because you should be.

Do the voices ever tell you to...

Do they ever tell you to do things?

- No, like I said, there's no voices,

it just feels like I have an audience.

- An audience?

Oh, like watching a play?

- Kind of, I mean...

Okay, like right now,

it feels like someone's
watching me from right here.

- Right here?

- (sighs) No, they, they
kind of jump around a lot.

Now they're...

They're like kind of over here.

- Here? Uh...

- You know what? Nevermind.

Just forget I said anything.

It's just a feeling.

I don't hear voices,
I've never hurt anybody,

I, I promise.

- Okay, Jack.

I like you, you're sweet,

but let's just take it easy, okay?

Let's slow things down.

- Okay.

- Okay, tell me what this thing is.

- There was this older
programmer that I met once,

this was his, he called
it his Skeleton Key,

and it's some kind of
crazy digital lock-pick.

- So what does it do?

- Well, I combined it with
the work that I do in AI,

and now it does like anything you want.

You wanna check it out?

We can use it to get room service,

or backstage passes to a show,

or plane tickets to Hawaii.

- Are, are you sure this is like...

Is it real?

- (sighs) I've been thinking
about that a lot recently.

- [Jenny] And?

- This thing changed my life.

Last few days have been the
best ones I can remember.

Maybe, whether it's real or not,

it doesn't really matter.

- Uh, of course it matters.

- Check it out.

Babylon, clear all the parking tickets

associated with the phone of
the person sitting next to me.

(Skeleton Key chiming)
- I didn't give you

my phone num...
(cellphone vibrating)

- Holy shit.

- Right?

- Are you sure this is safe?

What's it even doing?

- Honestly, I'm not totally sure,

but Eddie seems to really wanna
get his hands on this thing,

and I'm kind of worried about
what might happen if he does.

You know, the guy's been freaking me out.

- Unlikely to pass the Senate.

In finance, multiple charity organizations

have reported unidentified
bank fraud resulting in losses

totaling approximately $100,000.

The affected charities
cover a range of purposes

from cancer research to public housing.

- Oh my God, was that...

- What?

- Eddie had Babylon set up
this little bank account

to fund our Vegas adventure.

I never even stopped to think

about where the money would come from.

- Are you the type that thinks
money just grows on trees?

(Jack chuckles)
Oh, Jack.

Anyways, why would it take
the money from charities?

- I'm not sure, it's an AI,

half the time, it can't tell
you why it did something;

it usually just takes the
path of least resistance.

It might've been that these charities

had really lacked security or something,

maybe they were just easy pickings.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Babylon, return all remaining funds

to their original sources,

refuse any new voice commands

unless they come directly
from my voiceprint.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

- Well, that should do it, right?

- (scoffs) Maybe.

But I wanna see if I can
stash this thing somewhere.

Hang on, let me call a concierge.

- Okay.

(intriguing techno dramatic music)

(dialpad beeping)
(tone beeping)

- [Concierge] Good evening, Mr. Folly.

- Hey, uh, yeah.

Do you have anywhere I could
store something right now?

- [Concierge] Your suite
is equipped with a safe,

and I would be happy to send
up a member of our staff

to help you operate it.

- No, no, no, I definitely want
something outside the room.

- [Concierge] We would be
happy to hold something for you

in the hotel's high-security vault.

I believe most other
outside establishments

will be closed at the moment.

- Uh, nevermind.

Thanks anyway.
- My pleasure.

(receiver clacking)
(Jack sighs)

Do you know where we
might be able to store

something like this right now?

- Actually, I do.

There's this really high-tech outfit

that opened up a while back;

it was all over the news.

Um, what was it called?

Occlumens...

Oculus...

Ocularium.

That's it, The Ocularium.

I don't know if they'd be open now though.

(Jack sighs)

- Let's see if this thing
can work some magic.

Babylon, book us an
appointment at The Ocularium

set for right now,

and text me the details when you have it.

(Skeleton Key chiming)
(cellphone vibrating)

We got an appointment.

May I have this dance?

(enigmatic whooshing)

(gasps) I guess this is it.

Would you mind waiting for me?

I just wanna run in
and stash it real fast.

- Yeah.

Good luck, cowboy.

(street bustling)

(enigmatic whooshing)

(bell tolling)
(footsteps echoing)

- Hello?

- Mr. Folly, I presume.

- Yeah, that's me.

- Welcome to The Ocularium.

My name is Clyde Parnum,

and it'll be my pleasure to assist you.

- Nice to meet you, Clyde.

Um, my assistant set this meeting for me,

but I don't know much about this place.

I'm just looking for
somewhere to store something

for a while.

- Certainly, sir.

The Ocularium is the world's most advanced

private storage enterprise in existence.

It is available to you 24
hours a day, 365 days a year.

- What is it?

What's The Ocularium?

- This, this mirror is The Ocularium.

Simply input whatever
items you wish to store

and our proprietary system

will take care of them until you return.

Everything is ready for you, sir.

Do you have any questions before I go?

- Will you just stay here
to make sure I do it right?

- Certainly, sir.

(Skeleton Key whirring)

(device whirring and beeping)

- Holy shit.

- Well done, sir.

Would you like a mint?

- Oh, don't mind if I do.

Take it easy, Clyde.

(enigmatic whooshing)

- Hi.
- All set.

What else is there to do in this town?

I'm kind of sick of the casino thing.

- Have you ever been to Pearl Street?

- Is it like Fremont Street?

- Oh, you are such a tourist.

(Jack chuckles)
Come on, follow me.

(mellow ambient orchestral music)

(mellow ambient orchestral
music continues)

(mellow ambient orchestral
music continues)

(mellow ambient orchestral
music continues)

(record scratching)
What the hell, Jack?

Didn't you hear me tell
you to take it easy?

- What am I...

You remember you kissed me, right?

- Oh, so now it's my fault?

- No, I-
- Oh, Jesus, of course,

you're just like everybody else:

blame the victim.

- The...

Wait, the, the victim?

- Don't you talk to me like that.

Look, I'm gonna go grab my things,

you can just wait down here for a minute.

- Wait, Jenny.

What did I do?

Seriously, what did I do?

Put me in the hot seat.

(ominous synth rumble)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

Can I ask the audience?

No, you guys never say anything.

Fine, it was C; final answer.

(graphic beeping)
(attendees chattering)

(drink pouring)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Dr. Steve?

What are you doing here?

- Jack, it's good to see you.

I thought I'd enjoy a
drink with you, Jack.

- No, I mean, what are
you doing in Las Vegas?

- Oh, of course, Las Vegas.

I thought I should come visit
you where you are, Jack,

I think it might really help you.

You know that, uh,
Plymouth mission statement

that we read before meals,

the one where we talk about
how to accept the here and now?

Do you know what that's all about?

- No, not really.

- No?

The concept is called radical acceptance.

The idea is that once something happens,

it's not gonna change.

Like, take this lemonade.

- [Jack] Of course, it's lemonade.

Yeah.

- The lemonade is spilled.

I could sit here and talk
about how unfair it is

that my glass is empty,

or complain about how the
counter's gonna get all sticky,

or if it's gonna ruin my night.

That's not gonna change
anything that's happened.

- Right.

It's your fault, no one else's,

you can only blame yourself.

- No, it's not about fault or blame,

it's about acceptance.

I mean, the spilled lemonade
is the perfect result

of everything that's happened before.

I spilled the lemonade,

the exact result is the
lemonade ends up on the counter.

- So what's the point?

- What, does there have to be a point?

I mean, what, what's
happened has happened.

Life isn't a game you can win, Jack;

all you can do is make your best choices

in the here and now.

- So there is no point,
no meaning to anything.

- Ah, therein lies the rub.

Some spilled lemonade
may not have meaning,

other events may not have meaning,

but your life, Jack,

your life can have a very deep
and very profound meaning.

- If I open myself up to
others, is that what you want?

- I want you to open
yourself up to yourself.

- Now it's true that the greatest
meaning we get in our life

comes from our connection to others,

but we can't establish that connection

without having a firm grasp on who we are.

(Jack chuckles)

- So you want me to, uh,
focus a little more inward?

Aren't I enough of a head case already?

- Not even close, Jack.

I think you get distracted
by everything around you,

I think you get a lot of
stimulus from your work

and your programming

and all of the things
that you're trying to fix.

Do me a favor, close your eyes.

- Right now?

- [Doctor Steve] Yeah.

- (chuckles) Right, why not?

(Jack breathes deeply)

- [Doctor Steve] Imagine we take away

everything in this room that isn't you.

What does that look like?

- [Jack] Well, just me, sitting
alone on this bar stool.

- [Doctor Steve] And you
don't mean to tell me

that that bar stool is part of you?

- [Jack] Well, no.

- [Doctor Steve] List everything you see,

and if it isn't something
that's a part of you,

get rid of it.

- [Jack] Well, I'm wearing clothes,

but those aren't really part of me.

(enigmatic whooshing)

I guess I'd still be me if
I lost a hand or a foot.

- [Doctor Steve] Keep
going, you're doing great.

- [Jack] Well, I guess
if it came down to it,

I'd still be me if I
lost my arms or my legs,

or my entire body.

Is it... Is it my brain?

Is that what it comes down to?

I'm, I'm my brain?

- [Doctor Steve] Well, the brain

is a sophisticated biological computer.

It processes input from your
organs and nervous system

and reports it as thoughts,
feelings, and sensations.

But what is it that the brain
reports those things to, Jack?

(intensifying enigmatic whooshing)

- It's just...

It's just me.

I just...

I am.

- That's it, Jack. (chuckles)

All that conflict and
struggle, it's all like...

It's like clouds covering the blue sky.

The sky's nature is just to
be still, clear, at peace.

- You do have a way with this stuff, doc.

So, what...

Where do I go from here?

- Where do you wanna go?

- I'd like to find someone to be with,

but every time I do find someone,

I find a way to screw it up;

game over.

- No, it's never game over, Jack.

Just remember, everything in the past

happened just as it was supposed to.

If the lemonade spills,

it's because somebody
knocked over the glass;

all you can do is accept it

and make your choices in the here and now.

My choice is to clean up my
mess and move on with my life,

and then it'll never bother me again.

- Clean up your messes, move on.

I guess that makes sense.

- That's all there is to it, Jack.

Oh, and, and medicine can really help too.

Think about it.

- I will.

Thanks, doc.

- Good to see you, Jack.

(ambient orchestral music)
(enigmatic whooshing)

(door clacking)

- Jack, listen-

- No, no, gimme a second.

I, I really owe you an apology.

- Jack, Jack, Jack.

I wish you would've just
played nice with me.

(ominous dramatic music)

What are you...

What are you doing?

- You kept your special
toy all to yourself.

I just wanted you to share, Jack;

it's nice to share, Jack.

- Yeah, well, you're
kind of freaking me out.

I don't even have it.

No, I know you don't;

I do.

- Bullshit.

- See for yourself.

You gave us a tough time
getting our hands on it.

- Us?

- Nice to meet you, Jack,

Special Agent Edward Crane, CIA.

- (chuckles) If you're
gonna make something up,

you can do better than that.

We've had our eye on you for a while,

watching your development of
that outcome-oriented code.

It's great work you're doing,

and actually it can do quite a bit.

You're doing just fine

with your little stunt on the stock market

until we put a stop to it.

- Wait, why?

- Well, we wanted you to come work for us,

and we figured

if you started making too
much money in trading,

we'd lose the chance.

I was gonna just knock on your door

after you lost all your cash,

but then you had to go
and get yourself locked up

in the funny bin.

I couldn't believe my luck.

- Luck?

- It's a lot easier to
keep a close eye on someone

in a locked facility.

- What...

What do you want with the Skeleton Key?

- Old Bill cracked his
code a long time ago,

but it didn't really do much.

The Skeleton Key is designed
around rolling radio codes.

Get this:

Bill actually literally used
it to open his garage door;

(scoffs) crazy old coot.

CIA tried all kinds of things

to get him to keep going farther with it,

but it never worked out.

They eventually fed
him a bit too much LSD,

cooked his brain like scrambled egg.

- It doesn't make any sense.

We used this-

- To get out of the loony
bin and fly to Vegas?

No, Jack, the CIA did that.

The government isn't always nimble,

but we can buy a couple of plane tickets

without too much trouble.

But if you've known about the
Skeleton Key all this time,

why do you want it so badly now?

- What we want is Babylon.

You don't wanna work for us, fine,

just hand over the program.

I would've taken it a long time ago,

but you went and locked the only copy

inside that little puck.

And as you know, it's a black box,

won't talk to anything
except your program.

That's what we want.

Getting you out of the Psych Ward,

booking those tickets, all of it,

that's just a little spycraft
to get you to trust me,

but you wouldn't;

you kept refusing to
give me the damn thing,

so now I have to take it,

and I'm getting a little impatient!

So it's time for you to
hurry up and cooperate!

- It doesn't make any sense.

I locked this thing away-

- Inside a special mirror?

Jack, I just fed you
some magic mushroom tea,

and you and your little girlfriend

hallucinated that shit yourself.

It doesn't take much
with someone like you;

little psilocybin, and
you'll believe anything.

- No, no, this is bullshit.

We, we made an appointment,
we went together.

We couldn't have both
hallucinated the same thing.

You must have just followed us

and flashed a badge and a
fake warrant or something,

and stole it.

I mean, I'm not crazy.

- Jack, you're as crazy as they come,

and she's not too far behind you.

Do you know what landed
her in the Psych Ward?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

How about you unlock the Skeleton Key,

and we could go our separate ways?

- Yeah, you guys are great,

but, uh, I think I'll just
let you figure this out

on your own, okay?

I'll catch you later.

- Uh-uh, sweetheart,
you're staying right here.

In fact...

Jack, I want that program,

and I'll do whatever I
need to do to get it.

Unlock the device and
hand it back to me nicely.

- Oh, Jesus, this is nuts.

What do I do?

I mean, I could...

(ominous synth rumble)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Jack, stop being insane
for one second and help me!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Eddie, okay.

Jenny, I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to get you
into anything like this.

Babylon, remove the voice
lock I placed earlier.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

Okay, it's all set,
Eddie, just let her go.

- Perfect.

Babylon, collect $50
million in untraceable funds

and put them in a numbered
offshore bank account.

Send me the details when you're done.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

Now hand it over Jack.

- So it does work?

- Of course, it works, Jack.

God, I thought you were supposed to be

some kind of super genius,

but it comes to common sense,

and you haven't got two brain
cells to rub together, do you?

- Okay, okay.

I'm gonna hand it over nice and slow,

just don't hurt her, okay?

(suspenseful ominous dramatic music)

- [Jenny] Run!

(tense techno dramatic music)

- [Jack] So holding hands is cool now?

- [Jenny] Not the time, Jack!

- Okay, fair point.

(tense techno dramatic music continues)

Let me see the key.

Babylon, unlock this door.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

(tense techno dramatic music continues)

Babylon, turn off the lights.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

(tense techno dramatic music continues)

- Jack, I know you're in there!

Open the door!

(door thudding)
(techno dramatic music)

(door thudding)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

Jack.

You wanna know why I got a knife?

So that when I slash your wrists,

it'll look like you did it yourself.

You'll be back in the Psych Ward;

who knows, maybe forever.

- You son of a bitch.

(tense techno dramatic music)
(Eddie grunting)

- Jack, you'll never get out
this building in one piece,

I swear to God!

- Do you really need that thing?

I don't think we're gonna outrun him.

- No...

Yeah... No...

Come on, we're almost to the ground.

I think we're almost out.

Babylon, unlock this door.

(Skeleton Key chiming)

(ominous dramatic music)

- Jack.

There's nowhere to run, Jack.

Hand it over.

(intriguing dramatic music)

- I accept the here and now,

every event in my life has
led precisely to this moment.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

(Skeleton Key whirring)

(Skeleton Key clacking)

(Skeleton Key cracking)

(Skeleton Key buzzing and beeping)

- No!

You son of a bitch!

(dramatic piano music)

(Jenny yelling)
(chair clacking)

- Jesus, that chair was a
lot heavier than it looked.

- Is he gonna be okay?

- Oh, yeah.

(Eddie snoring)
He'll just wake up

with a killer headache and a
pretty nice lump on his head.

(Jack and Jenny chuckling)

This isn't the first time

I've had to swing a chair at an asshole.

- (chuckles) I'll try to remember that.

Look, I'm really sorry,

I'm, I'm a mess.

- Join the club. (chuckles)

I'm so sorry I snapped at you,

and I can't promise
it'll be the last time,

but I'll always come back around.

- You promise, even if I don't get better?

- Promise;

but we don't get better.

This stuff, it's, it's
not something you can fix.

We can't kill our demons,

so we just have to learn
to live above them.

- That sounds nice.

- Yeah, I heard it in a movie. (chuckles)

- No, it's, it's good.

I think I'm gonna have
to try and borrow it.

- You know, you're actually
really nice for a crazy guy.

But, hey, if we wanna try and do this,

just take the meds, okay?

I, I just think it would be so much better

if I didn't feel like you
were gonna be walking around

talking to invisible people

all the time.
- Okay, okay, okay.

I will, I promise.

And, hey, at least I'm rich, right?

- Really?

I-I'm not so sure about that.

- No, uh, Eddie told
Babylon to get $50 million,

and he said, "Send me the
details when you're done."

But I've never taught Babylon
who anyone is, except me,

Jack Folly.

And, and he said it works,

it really, it really works.

- I think you mean "It worked."

You just smashed it.

- Uh-oh.

(chuckles) Well, I might not be rich,

but at least I'm not an asshole.

(Jenny chuckles)

- It's gonna be okay, Jack,

let's get outta here.

(ambient orchestral music)

(birds chirping)
(ambient orchestral music)

(door clacking)

Hey, sweetie, just taking a nap?

- Actually, I was just getting up,

there's a lot I wanna do today.

- I know the meds make you tired,

but at least nobody's watching you, right?

(Jack chuckles)
That's gotta be nice.

- Yeah, definitely.

- They are gone, right, your audience?

- No, no, yeah, yeah.

The, uh, the meds are pretty strong.

Anyway, I should probably get going.

- [Jenny] Do you have
time for a shower first?

- [Jack] (chuckles) Always.

- Oh wait, you know what?

We got some mail.

Here, you look at it first,
I'll get the water started.

- Okay.

(mellow orchestral music)

(water pattering)
(mellow orchestral music)

- [Sally] Dear Mr. Folly,
my name is Sally Connors.

My husband, William,
passed away last week,

but I want you to know that his last days

were joyous and wonderful.

I received an anonymous message
that he had come back to us,

and I was able to finally
see my husband again.

Bill told me all about you

and the friendship you
offered him in the hospital.

We knew it must have been you
who helped reach out to me.

You were a light in the
darkness to him, Jack.

For that, I cannot thank you enough.

If you ever need anything,

please don't be afraid to find me.

Sincerely, Sally.

- [Jenny] You coming, babe?

The water's warm.

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

(ambient orchestral music)

(paper rustling)
(water pattering)

(Jack laughing)

(Jack sighs)
(groovy funky upbeat music)

(mellow techno upbeat music)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow techno upbeat music continues)

(mellow orchestral music)

(mellow orchestral music continues)

(mellow orchestral music continues)

(mellow orchestral music continues)

(Skeleton Key whirring)