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Hello?

Hello?

Ah, shit.

Thank you for calling Innovative Solutions.

My name is Casey. How can I help you?

I do apologize for the inconvenience.

Lemme check on the order details.

Do you happen to have the order number at hand?

Can I have it? Actually, that's not the order. Nu...

Yeah, that's it.

Fuck

You cool?

It's, it's nothing.

I don't know. Maybe I need to get out more.

-How's that? -Just feel weird.

Spill it, homes. What?

It's just, just a little depressed, I guess.

Well, shit, you need to roll out more, Sunshine.

Rethink your hustle.

You know, the graveyard shift isn't for everyone.

-Yeah. -Are you happy? You know... doing this?

I fucking love it. I step outside. I'm at work.

Shoot the shit a little. Protect the old hood.

It's a chill gig, man.

Working nights doesn't... Nah, I'm a weird fuck.

I sleep better during the day.

So... how are things with Alex?

-Ugh. -That bad, huh?

We don't talk anymore, Fred. We just...

I'm going to Michelle's Halloween party.

You wanna come? Awesome. Don't wanna come. That's fine too.

I can't spend what little free time...

I have cooped up in here.

Alex, why can't be spending...

I'm wearing an old costume

and Jerry's driving me to save on gas.

-Jerry is driving. -Yes, Casey.

Jerry's become my private chauffeur. Driving me

to parties, driving me to work.

You know, maybe if you chipped in with the bills,

I wouldn't have to bump rides from him.

-You don't start till nine. -I'll find a place to study.

Oh, shit. Be there in a minute.

You know, I'm barely keeping us afloat.

And it feels like all the weight is on me

because you simply don't care.

That's really unfair.

And do me a favor. Will is driving me nuts.

Fix his computer so I can get him off my back.

God damn thing has been there for over a month now.

I dunno how you put up with him.

He stuck by me when...

And you stuck with him too, hon.

But people either grow together or they grow apart.

No, I, I know.

Has he done anything to better himself?

I still love him, Mel. Even if he is part of the problem.

I aint fucking doing this.

The fuck.

Hello?

Hello?

What the fuck is..?

Hey, Fred, did you hear a really loud crash?

Mm. Like a car crash? Yeah, like a car crash. Real

Loud. Just now?

-Yeah. Just now. -No. Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I must have... everything's fine.

It's an often lethal disruption of the Heart Rhythm...

Hey, Did you heart that?

Hear what?

There's a voice... like...

directly over the heart, the precordial region...

Ah, nevermind. It's Alexa. She goes off by herself sometimes.

Alright. I'll see you later.

This sudden rise in intracavitary pressure leads

to disruption of normal heart electrical activity followed

instantly by ventricular fibrillation.

Alexa, stop.

Complete disorganization

of the heart's pumping function.

Alexa, stop!

And cardiac arrest.

It is not caused by mechanical damage

to the heart muscle or surrounding... Alexa, stop.

What the hell?

The precordial region at a critical instant

during the cycle of a heartbeat.

The condition is 97% fatal,

if not treated within three minutes.

Did you get around to fixing the computer?

You know I had the weirdest...

-Weirdest what? -Nevermind.

I read her diary. Fred. I'm not,

I can't be what she wants me to be

Diaries are private, shithead.

I quit smoking for her. So what do you want?

A fucking cookie? Fuck you.

Well, you're probably better off.

These things will kill you anyway.

- Such a fucking - Hypocrite. Look...

Go back to school. It'll make her happy.

Anything else, professor?

-Yeah. Quit your fucking job. -Rethink your eating habits.

And back off on the coffee, fuckhead!

The fucking nerve.

Unreal.

You should know, it is coming for you. Sure as day.

Sure as night. There's no place for you to hide.

I'm so lucky to have you, hon.

Hmm...

I'm the lucky one.

Looks like a storm is coming.

Wake up. Casey. Wake up.

I am working right now. What is it?

-I'm hallucinating, Alex. -I'm fucking seeing things.

-What? -I'm hallucinating weird shit.

God, Casey, Jerry and I are the only ones tending the bar

and the house is packed to the rafters.

I don't have time for this.

-Don't hang up on me. -Don't you dare hang up on me.

Alex, I need you to talk

to me right now. I'm fucking losing it.

You were dreaming. It's nothing.

It wasn't a fucking dream.

What the hell do you want me to do about it?!

Damn, shorty. Why you so angry?

I'm not in the mood dip-shit.

Yo, yo, it's cool

It's not! Fuck off!

-Alright, damn! -Alex...

Did you fucking hang up on me?

Bitch!

Alex!

I'm gonna get fired on counting your psychotic episode.

Get a grip or go to a hospital. We'll talk when I get home.

The fuck?

Casey?

Where did you say it happened?

Casey, I don't see anything.

It's probably nothing, Casey.

I don't want to go home. Just drop me off at The Hammocks.

I am really sorry for all this.

What? How are you getting home?

I'll walk.

What are you doing?

I'm not leaving you alone right now.

It's fine. I don't need supervision.

You'll be dying tonight.

I'll be fine.

Listen, your primary already told you. Lots

of things can cause an isolated episode like this.

And you have no other accompanying symptoms.

This is nothing.

Fuck!

You suffered any head injuries recently? No.

How about in the past? No. Have you been sleeping well?

I have recurring nightmares. Working the graveyard shift...

I guess I get maybe three, four hours of sleep.

Do you have any family history of mental disorder?

Don't know. I was in foster homes. Never met my parents.

What can you tell me about your childhood?

It sucked.

Can you elaborate?

I was in and out of foster homes until I was 18.

I felt like most of my foster parents

just took me in for the paycheck.

Did you get moved around a lot? Yeah.

Was there abuse involved?

No. Nothing like that. I was just..

Difficult.

How's your home life?

Hasn't changed.

How so?

I'm still difficult.

Why?

I keep people at a distance.

Why is that?

I don't know. Fear of loss.

Fear of being hurt.

Who would you say is closest to you?

My girl. But... that'll change soon.

Did she come with you today?

Yeah, she drove me here.

Would you mind if she sat in with us?

I don't think that's a good idea.

You have the right to refuse.

But I have to tell you, having a support system,

it helps quite a bit on the road to recovery.

Did you ask her to bring you here today?

No. She volunteered.

Hmm.

I say let her sit in.

If she wants to shoulder the responsibility,

provide you with some support.

She'll have the information she needs to do so.

If not, then there's no harm done.

I'll be right back.

Thanks for sitting in with us, Alex.

I asked Casey to bring you in

because having the support

of a friend is integral to recovery.

I finally got the lab results.

No toxins showed up in your blood tests.

No abnormal brain activity on the CT.

No concussion or even previous trauma.

However, given your testimony,

I'm gonna put you on six milligrams of Risperdal per day.

Risperdal is a second generation antipsychotic.

The side effects are not too severe,

but do try to stay hydrated throughout the day.

The medication can also slow your reaction time.

So be careful behind the wheel.

I don't drive.

Alcohol can increase certain... Oh, nevermind.

I'm also going to recommend three months

of psychotherapy sessions at two sessions per week.

Focusing on problem solving.

How to avoid relapses,

medication management, that kind of thing.

Is that for...?

No, just him.

Stability at home helps to prevent relapses.

Look, I know it's gonna be difficult giving your line

of work, but try to keep stress levels down to a minimum

and stick to a routine.

If you're used to going to bed at 7:00 AM every day, then go

to bed at 7:00 AM every day.

For now, just try to stick to stuff on TV that is soothing.

Maybe even shows you've already watched.

If the episodes have not subsided in four weeks,

we'll increase the dosage.

For the most part, treating neurological conditions

is a matter of trial and error.

Two individuals with the same symptoms can have completely

different reactions to medication.

It's important during this time.

You take the medication like clockwork

and just be patient till we arrive

at a treatment that works for you.

Hey, did you ever meet the tenants that lived at our place

before Christina bought it?

Yeah. Young couple. About your age. They were all right.

What about before them?

Place was empty for a while

Why?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just wondering about the history of the place.

Everything cool?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know what's not cool? That ugly ass coffee mug of yours.

I think it's a fucking horror show.

Asshole.

I know who you are.

You can run, you can hide.

But no matter where you go, I will find you

and dispatch you.

You don't belong here.

Oh man.

What do you want?

Hello?

-I am off to the, um... -I'll drop you off on the way to work.

-I'll take the bus, Alex. -Casey, I don't mind.

No, I know. It's, it's fine.

Same as before. Motor functions were fine.

Cognitive abilities were fine. I was working. No aura. It...

I heard a sound and I followed it. I thought it was real.

These hallucinations, don't engage them.

Going down that rabbit hole will undermine the psychotherapy

and everything we're doing to try to get you stable.

How's your relationship with Alex? The same.

I feel guilt

Would you do the same for her if the

shoe was on the other foot?

I think so.

She wants to help you. Let her help you.

I'm gonna bump you up to eight milligrams.

-Is that safe? -I wouldn't be

prescribing it if it wasn't.

-I don't get it, Doc. -What?

How... isn't it weird I don't have any other symptoms.

I suppose that's both a positive and a negative.

If you had some of the other symptoms, we'd be able

to pinpoint the triggers.

Neurological conditions are some of the hardest to treat.

No one treatment works for everyone.

The condition varies greatly from one person to another.

Casey, are you staying off the internet?

No, not really.

If you're going to do online research, stick to the pages

that I recommended or just ask me.

There's a lot of information online

that's not medically accurate.

Yes, Doc.

Casey?

Yes.

Did you mean to throw these away?

10 minutes ago I did.

Just put them on the counter.

Are you okay?

I'm not.

Commotio Cordis can occur only upon impact within a narrow window

of about 40 milliseconds in the cardiac electrical cycle.

Explaining why it is

so rare. If cardiopulmonary resuscitation, CPR combined

with use of an onsite automated external defibrillator is

employed within three minutes

of the impact survival from Commotio Cordis can be as high

as 58%.

Hello?

Fuck.

It's not real. It's not fucking real.

I'm back.

Casey?

Oh shit.

Casey?!

Fuck!

Hey.

What's going on?

-I got fired. -What?

How? Why?

Well, there's gotta be something. I'm sure ADA laws...

I can't do this. I can't do this anymore, Alex.

You're gonna be fine.

Okay? This is just a little bump in the road.

We're gonna get past this.

You okay?

You sure won the Powerball with me.

Oh, you cock.

Oh, Casey.

God damn you, Casey.

Fuck you.

Hey, what the..?!

Oh

Next time you decide to run away,

make sure you leave your phone.

-Fuck. This has a... -All smart phones do.

You know that.

I appreciate you trying to give me an out,

but I'm helping you because I want to,

not because I have to.

-It's not fair to you. -No, it's not.

Then again, when is life ever fair?

We all need a little help every now and then.

I know you wouldn't abandon me if I was in your place.

Come on. I'd like to go home and pass out now.

I'm beat.

Come on.

What exactly were you planning to do?

There's a hostel around the corner.

I thought it'd be cheaper than a motel.

Mmm.

Let me see that.

Hey, what the...

I'll cook you a real meal.

Stop eating that crap.

-I need it, Alex. -No, I know.

I'll... cut back on the coffee

May save you from an ulcer.

I hate calculus.

Yeah.

I hear that stuff is...

What are you doing?

You're not gonna solve that without taking...

How the hell did you..?

I have no idea.

You're pranking me. You saw the...

What?

That. There. Solve it.

No.

You can't...

The hell?

About 10 years after leaving my last foster home,

I picked up my bags and left Atlanta for good.

10 years. Are you sure?

Positive. Why?

What?

I think you're missing time, Casey.

-What do you mean? -I think you're missing time, Casey!

Two, maybe even three years of your life.

Come on.

CT scans didn't show brain trauma.

Maybe it's dissociative amnesia.

It's what happens when you repressed traumatic.

-No, I know what it is. -Well,

it would explain the computer. The math.

Doesn't fit.

Children get dissociative amnesia. Not adults.

Actually, in some cases,

adults can also develop the condition.

Hey.

Would you be opposed to a background check?

Easiest way to find out.

I'll do it.

Who is it?

Um. I think maybe I have the wrong apartment.

I'm looking for Fred.

Fred?

Yeah. I've been trying to give him this,

but I haven't seen him in like, two weeks.

It's... just a little Christmas gift.

Which...

Fred? Fred Hernandez?

I don't know his last name.

-Is this a joke? -What? No. I'm just...

My father passed away over four years ago from

pancreatic cancer. What is this?

I'm... really sorry to have woken you up, miss.

I'm sorry for all this.

Fred?

Oh, shit.

Holy fuck!

Easy, homie.

Fuck easy, Fred! You're a corpse!

How fuck am I talking to you? You are a medium. Am I dead?

No, no, no. Wait, you, you're

Not dead.

Where you going? What? What? What's that?

Fuck, Casey. You didn't tell me you were taking

antipsychotics.

How long you been on this shit? Answer the question, Casey.

How long you been taking this stuff?

Goddammit!

Several months.

Why didn't you spill about it?

It isn't something you bring on to somebody...

unless you wanna scare the hell out of 'em, Fred.

Jesus. Fuck

Why the fuck am I still talking to you?

Med's not working 'cause you ain't crazy, dummy.

That's just...

Homie, look, let's go with the alternative.

You hallucinated all your chats with me. Congratulations.

You're batshit crazy. How did you find out about me?

So you hallucinated scaring the shit outta my daughter at

two o'clock in the morning.

Thank you for that.

I just have to arrive at a medication that works.

That's it.

Look me up!

That's not gonna prove anything.

-Show Alex my pick. -She'll verify it's me.

-Yeah. How? -Because we were tight... long ago.

Why didn't we...?

But...

-How is this possible, Fred? -Close call with death.

-I haven't had one of those. -You sure?

I'm... fuck!

Oh!

You can see him?

Yeah, I can see him.

He's about to blow his fucking head off.

What?

-When did you start? -It's been a rough couple

of months.

Fred, what's happening to me?

I don't know. I thought you were Medium,

but you wouldn't be able to see Replays if you were,

you'd have to be dead.

Oh, fuck.

Done?

What the hell is a Replay?

The guy with the gun's a Replay.

It's a projection from the past.

It's, it's not really there.

You can't communicate with him any more than you could

with the fucking host of the price is right.

Besides Replays.

Have you been seeing or dreaming any weird shit?

We call that Tripping.

It's only useful if you're a Sigmund Fucking Freud.

Look, mediums can't Trip and they can't see replays.

Only ghosts can. And you're not dead.

So what's the fucking verdict, Fred?

I don't have a clue.

Big fucking help you are.

What the fuck do you want from me, Casey?

How the fuck can I give you something I don't have?

You want me to make shit up?

I might have been involved in a car accident.

Might have?

Yeah, off of my visions I would say that's it.

But I have no real life recollection of it.

Details?

There might have been somebody else

involved. A girl

Who's the girl?

Time or place?

Well, if it actually happened,

she could have helped you long ago.

Who?

The girl. If she's a ghost.

So then why don't we just...?

Nah, you can't summon someone whose identity you don't know.

And she might still be here as a ghost.

But right now we have no way to confirm it.

Most of us, we don't stick around

unless we've got unfinished business.

Why?

We're not meant to.

It makes it harder for people to move on.

Look, run a background check on yourself.

If you've ever had a close brush with death, then you need

to witness the replay.

You can't communicate with him any more than you could

with the fucking host of the price is right.

Besides the replays, have you been dreaming

or seeing some really weird shit?

We call it Tripping.

It's only useful if you're Sigmund fucking Freud.

Look, Mediums can't Trip

and they...

The fuck do you want from me, Casey?

I can't fucking give you what I don't have.

You want me to just make shit up?

If you've had a closed brush with death, then you need

to witness the Replay.

You know, all this time I thought I was nuts.

You never spilled about the...

I know, I know.

But you could have at least said something.

You would've shut me out.

And besides dropping this little jewel on your lap is like

dropping a horse on a sinking boat.

And I knew you and Alex were going

through some shit. I didn't wanna add to it.

Dude.

I'm sorry. I didn't see it coming.

That's okay, Fred.

So... uh...

What did you get me?

A mug?

Couldn't stand looking at the ugly

fucking thing of yours anymore.

Well, that one was just for you, Sunshine.

Hey, so why the security guard bit?

Well, it makes me feel more at home.

Wait, so who the hell is actually guarding our...?

You're, you're, you're not Mr. Current affairs.

Are you there? Casey? You see you.

You have video surveillance now

Stalled enough?

You know, you could have gotten all that online.

What do I feel this way? Because you're a pussy. Read it.

Is that it?

Yeah, I think it is.

So... what's the verdict?

It says that I lived at 8600 South City Highway

for almost two years.

And it says that I, that I majored in computer engineering.

Fuck!

What?

September 4th, 2016.

I totaled a 2007 Malibu.

I think I'm gonna pass out

Casey?

Oh, shit.

Who are you talking to?

Fred.

I've been talking to...

Fred?

The Fred you never told me about

How?

Alfredo Hernandez.

Fred.

When you worked at Carinos,

you would wake up every morning at 5:00 AM to make breakfast

for him.

You care for him very much.

It's the reason why every April 2nd,

you put fresh flowers in his grave.

How is this possible?

How? Where, where are you...?

-That's okay, Alex. Listen. -Just, just think about it.

How would I know about all this?

That's not possible.

He's standing right here. Ask him something.

Ask him something only the two of you would know.

What did I give him for his last birthday?

-Nothing. You forgot. -Overwhelmed with work.

But he did have something for you.

Something that's been hanging from your neck ever since.

How?

I don't know. But I know I'm not crazy anymore.

Is the reason why the meds didn't seem to work?

Is he here?

Do you want to say something to him?

I do.

The place was dead. Larry gave me the rest of the night.

How is this possible?

We're trying to figure it out.

You are right. I was missing time. A little over two years.

Just like you figured

Jesus!

Is this right?

And that?

It's just a cover page.

I'll cross reference the information

But I'm telling you, Alex, it's a reliable source.

My God.

I'll make you some chamomile tea.

Uh, pour me a drink. Please.

Red.

No, there's something stronger under the sink.

Casey.

Casey!

Huh?

Is this normal?

What?

That.

You can see her?

Of course I can see her.

Oh, shit.

Psychotic ex-girlfriend?

I wish.

Casey.

Casey!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

God damn it!

What happened?

She vanished. One second she was there...

And the next... Jesus Fuck!

You okay? Yeah. Yeah.

What do you want? Hey, do you hear me? Fred? Fred?!

What the hell is that? What the hell is that?

For the last time. What the fuck do you want?

One by one they die

Sure as day, sure as night.

No one escapes my wrath.

Not the snake nor the rat.

Count your seconds, your minutes and your days

'cause your time will soon be at an end.

Fucking Poetic but what do you... oh!

I AM WATCHING YOU.

I'm calling the cops.

Good luck explaining that one.

It'll probably shine a flashlight in

your eyes have toss the place for drugs.

Best possible outcome:

they'll suggest pepper spray and a home security system.

We still report it. If things go south

with this crazy bitch, at least we have some kind of alibi

to fall back on.

Where did you get this?

Michelle gave it to me.

-Why? What's up? -It's nothing.

No, you're not telling me something.

I've never seen it before.

Not outside the visions.

Do you want me to?

No. No.

It's fine.

I aced all my classes.

Congrats.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

Well, that was nice of her.

I've gotten you...

nothing.

Don't worry.

So...

How long you've been off the meds?

How did you know?

Watched you working on the computers.

You were sharp as a razor.

You are not like that on the meds.

Very observant.

Thanks for tonight.

It was the best present I could have gotten.

He was the closest thing to a father I ever had.

Some daddy issues, huh?

And on that note...

You okay?

Off to bed.

You know, I think we'd be more comfortable in the...

Shut up.

No!

Smile pretty, sweetie.

Fred!

Hey!

What the fuck do I do?

Whoa! Casey, what the fuck?

What do you do about what?

The fucking black hood I told you about.

You're tripping.

Put the blade away.

It feels real.

Close your eyes.

Do it.

Take a deep breath.

Now... look again.

Huh? That was a warning. What's with the search?

None of it has triggered any...

Oh, I done told you to get your ass down to Panama City,

but you're so fucking stubborn.

And then what? Who the fuck do I talk to?

God damn it, you just have to witness the replay.

Death is coming for you and that fucking blade ain't gonna

Save you.

When did you get that? What do you think, Fred?

When a demonic bitch shows up at your place,

it's time to start packing.

-Just a few minutes. -I'll explain everything.

Well?

She read it.

I feel like I'm on shit a cinder block.

I know.

What if I need you?

You won't.

I've taught everything I know about this side of things.

The girl, the girl is the key.

Good luck, Casey. And thank you.

I was a reckless asshole in my youth.

I, uh, I abandoned my daughter when she was six.

By the time I tried to reconnect with her,

she was in her twenties.

I'd lost her.

When I passed

I left her the townhouse, money from a 401k plan

that I transferred to an IRA and a letter with my lawyer.

She took the apartment and the money,

but she burned the letter without having read it.

I know she's forgiven me since,

and I know there's a side of her

that wishes she would've read that letter.

Help me move on, Casey. Do this for me before you go.

How are you awake?

'cause I'm anxious.

Well, talk to me. Help me stay awake.

Can't do.

Why not?

Because I'm anxious.

I can't drive anymore.

-What? - No. I, I can't... -You wanna get there alive?

Where are you going...?

All right. That's it. We're going home.

Okay.

Fine. I'll keep going.

Where are we?

Baby?

Where are we?

Here.

Where's here? Your place?

-There was nothing there. -I need to talk to them.

Whoa. Shit. Where are you..?

No, no, no, no. Wait for me here.

Are you okay?

Casey

You can't be here.

I'm sorry. I just...

Why are you here?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I'm sorry.

What was that?

Get me outta here.

-Casey. What's happening? -Not now. Drive. Please.

How much did you drink that night?

Five, maybe six cocktails.

Casey...

and the other driver?

Died in the crash.

How long were you inside?

16 months.

Did you ever see them again? Lisa's parents.

Her mother went to visit me in jail after the trial.

I couldn't see her. I just couldn't.

It wasn't your fault.

Your blood alcohol content was just over the limit.

Staying up all night didn't help your reaction time.

But you just told me the other driver had a blood alcohol

content at point 23%.

Even stone cold sober...

Could have avoided it.

There was no gross negligence on your part.

You'd still be rotting in jail if there had been.

It wasn't your fault.

It was not your fault.

Okay?

Are you sure about this?

-Still doesn't fit... -Dissociative Amnesia.

Not unless something worse happened.

Something I still can't recollect.

Hey, what are you..?

I'm, I'm staying.

I need to do this on my own.

Please be careful. The diner is only three minutes away.

You call me the second...

I will.

I promise.

Lisa?

I had a feeling I'd find you here.

I need to show you something.

I was so scared.

-I'm so sorry, Lisa. -It wasn't your fault, sweetie.

He swerved onto us

so suddenly no one could have avoided it.

None of the safety features on your car were

working as they should have.

So even if I'd been using my

seatbelt, I may not have made it.

After our accident, my folks tried

to file a lawsuit against Chevy.

And during that process, they found out

that the vehicle had been in a previous accident.

The vehicle owner at the time never did the proper airbag

repairs before selling you the car.

That's why the airbags never deployed.

Your thorax wouldn't have hit the steering wall if they had.

What is that?

What is that?

The hell?!

That's it, baby.

That's it.

-I love you. I love you Casey. -We should have fought it.

But none of us knew what it was.

I wasn't quite sure what had happened,

but I knew I was now all alone.

-How do I stop this? -You, you have to kill yourself.

What?!

That thing is still inside you, taking over like a virus.

The incubation period should have ended long ago.

You're lucky to be here at all.

Jesus Christ, Casey, this is nuts!

I'm not any happier than you are.

This can't be real.

-Well, fuck sakes. -We're this already, Alex.

Is she? Is she here?

No.

Do you trust her?

Why wouldn't I?

Maybe your ex is looking for you to join her

in the afterlife.

That's ridiculous.

Ridiculous. Really?

I saw it, Alex.

I saw the fucking thing going into my body.

It's the only thing that makes any sense.

I'm not crazy, Alex.

And she's the only one that's been able

to provide me any answers since...

Fuck

This has to happen.

And I could try to do it without you,

but...

I have a better chance

of coming outta this one piece with your help.

You know I'm a fucking idiot.

You are.

We're out of time.

-Anything? -Just downloaded the Kindle

version of Final Exit.

Gonna skim through it now.

-Final Exit? -Assisted suicide manual.

Try downloading the Peaceful Pill Handbook.

-But I'm not su... -I know you're not, sweetie.

But with a manual like this, there has

to be something we can use.

Can't we just simulate what

happened to me at the accident?

-That's impossible. -Why?

During the accident your thorax hit the steering wheel

hard enough to cause cardiac arrest,

but no mechanical damage to cardiac muscle.

Replicating that with the precision hit is impossible.

Think about it.

Couldn't we just use a defibrillator?

No, I would looked it up.

It doesn't actually stop your heart.

Are you sure?

Hey!

What about an electrical shock?

-What are you gonna do? -Bite into a power line.

-No, I'm serious. -It can leave you with severe burns, Casey

You wanna lose body parts?

We're pulling too much time, Casey.

It's fucking dangerous, Lisa.

No, I know.

It just...

Alex.

We can use a generator to control the voltage output.

If the output is low enough, the burns might not be...

Potassium Chloride.

-What? -That's our answer.

It's one of three chemicals used for the lethal injection.

It'll stop your heart.

-That's a one way ticket. -It's not,

you can counteract the effects with epinephrine.

Am I gonna come back in one piece?

That depends on how long we take to bring you back.

-Okay, so what do we need? -Gimme a minute.

So... four 20 milliliter vials

of 10% Potassium chloride should do it.

We'll also need one milligram of epinephrine

and 125 milliliters

of a 4.2% intravenous solution of sodium bicarbonate.

That's a big ass laundry list of controlled substances.

How the hell are we gonna get that?

Spike.

Spike?

He can get his hands on just about anything.

I thought you severed ties with that sketchy-ass crew.

Years ago.

But we don't have a choice, do we?

Alright, do it.

-He can get it by tonight. -We should start driving down.

Okay.

So, how much is this gonna cost us?

Next month's rent.

Fuck.

-Walk me through this again. -Okay.

So during the lethal injection,

a barbiturate like Sodium Thiopental is used

to render the person unconscious.

Pancuronium Bromide is used to stop the breathing.

And Potassium Chloride is used to stop the heart.

Now, every muscle in your body,

including your cardiac muscle, works

with something called the Sodium Potassium Pump,

which causes your heart to contract and relax.

That's how you get your heartbeat.

If the concentration

of potassium in your blood is much higher than that

of sodium, your heart will stop.

You'll be fine. Just as long

as we keep oxygenated blood circulating through your body.

I'll perform CPR just as soon as you go into cardiac arrest.

That should keep all tissue, including your brain intact.

There's one other thing. I'm not

gonna bring you back myself.

I'm gonna leave that to the professionals.

I'll inject you with a potassium chloride

only when we hear the sirens approaching.

You're calling 911 before the potassium.

It'll minimize risk.

Listen, Casey, when we do this, you're gonna have to fight

that thing for your body.

And I won't be able to help you.

This body that you take for granted, it wants it

above all else.

You can't let it have it, sweetie.

If you wanna be around for the promise of a better life,

you can't lose this fight.

Do you understand?

Don't let it take more than it already has.

Alex.

Are, are we there?

I'm exhausted.

I can't be here. I'm going for a walk.

-Wait, Casey, you shouldn't... -Spike will ring any minute.

I know. Just call me.

Well keep an eye on your...

Shit

Hello, Casey.

Are you real?

I mean, are you uh...

I'm a vessel.

-What does that mean? -We're pawns... in a war.

Are you gonna..?

They

How did you find me?

We're open channels, you and I.

So, so I could have found you if I wanted to.

Your boy has not taken over yet.

Besides...

you may not wanna find me.

Listen, I I, I may have found a way to get rid of it.

-There's no way. -No, there is.

Listen, Casey...

get your affairs in order, alright?

It's the only thing I came to tell you.

If there's a way to get rid of it, you better get it done.

'cause it won't be me who'll be coming for you.

Hey, listen.

Have we ever met?

Like, before?

Fuck.

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and move forth the things you love.

There's the ATM. I'll get the gas.

Hey, guys, welcome in.

$10 on number four and a pack of Marlboro Lights.

Casey?

Oh no.

That'll be $19 and six...

Casey?

Mr. Are you okay?

Baby? Are, are you...?

Mister?

Hey, what the hell are you doing? He's having a seizure.

What the fuck kind of seizure is that?!

Stop pointing the gun at him.

Fight it, Casey fight it!

Put it down.

Put the fucking gun down. You want to die in jail?!

Casey, grab your wallet and go!

Come on! Let's get out of here!

Go, Casey! Go!

My god.

You okay?

What kind of fucking question is that, Alex?

Of course I'm not fucking okay.

I almost got my head blown off like a fucking pinata!

Hey!

I'm shaken as well.

Okay? Just cool it. I'm scared too.

Really? Are you gonna put your motherfucking lights out too?

Let's just get this over and fucking done with already.

Fuck.

What?!

What the fuck are you looking at?

Do I got something in my face?

Bitch.

What's going on? What's going on?

Hey, Spike.

Everything good?

Yeah. You know I'm doing my best. I'm back in school.

Oh, that's what's up.

Casey?

What?

Can you turn around for a minute?

Are you with us?

So far.

Does it know?

Everything you do.

Everything you say.

And even that which you don't.

I can't believe you left me, Lisa.

What?

You knew this thing was inside of me

and you fucking left me.

Is that what you think? You've got it backwards, sweetie.

You left me.

-Really? -Yeah.

After the accident I was bouncing all over the place

doing my best to check on you all.

One day you just...

up and left.

No warning, no forwarding address. Just vanished.

How do you find someone when you can't use a computer

or open a phone book?

Make a call?

You have no idea

how much I cried over you.

I am gonna need one other item.

Slow your breathing

Casey.

-What? -Come here.

Drink it.

Fuck that. I don't...

You did before the accident.

Drink it.

Drink.

-Go Lay on the bed. Relax. -I'll be there in a minute.

-You're going to be fine. -Just focus on the task at hand.

Relax your left arm.

Hey, what are you..?

Fight it, Casey.

Fight it!

Get the stuff.

Get it done.

This is your fight, Casey.

You kick and claw and you make sure you keep that thing out

of your body till the paramedics get you.

Mine.

MINE!

Fight it, Casey!

Fight it with...

Fight it, Casey!

Shut the fuck up!

Oh fuck.

Stop. Stop. Keep us a chance. Just give us a chance.

And you?

Unfinished business.

He's the reason I stayed behind. Just give us a chance.

We have everything we need.

If you fail, he won't get far.

-If we fail, then he's gone. -And you do what you must.

All right. Do it.

Hey.

Hey!

Go.

Go!

God, I can't do it.

One by one they die.

Sure as day.

Sure as night.

Do it

It stopped.

Here it comes.

Did you ever think it would end this way?

Life is like the roll of the dice.

She's had that thing ever since her father's passing.

Lisa...

I still have gaps in memory.

Just give it time, sweetie.

And I can still see you

Why is that?

Oh hon. Are you sure these are questions you wanna ask?