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(eerie noises)

♪ ♪

Provided by explosiveskull https://twitter.com/kaboomskull M_I_SForEver

(phone ringing)

911, what's your emergency?

My husband, something's wrong, he's not listening to me.

All right, ma'am, I need you to remain calm.

Can you tell me what's wrong with your husband?

He's not talking or listening,

he just keeps walking into the forest.

Does he have any history of sleepwalking?

No, he never does this.

All right, I need you to stay calm.

(phone ringing)

911, please state your emergency.

I don't know what the fuck is going on,

but you're gonna need to send somebody out here quick

to see this shit.

(phone ringing)

911.

I think someone is talking to me.

I hear a voice.

Ma'am, is there somebody there with you?

No, there's nobody.

There's nobody here.

(phone ringing)

Uh, I'm trapped in my room.

There's something blocking my door.

Sir, can you describe it?

Um, no.

I can't.

(phone ringing)

How many of them are there?

Uh, like six or seven of them.

What are they doing now?

They're just standing there staring at it.

Should I get my gun?

No, sir, don't do that.

(overlapping phone calls)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Let's go.

Make sure all your phones are turned off

and not on silent, thank you.

Come on.

♪ ♪

All right, guys.

Your time starts now, one hour.

♪ ♪

Hey, I need to go to the bathroom.

No, you don't, Jake.

Hey.

That's for Lizzie, can you pass it to her?

Let's hear what you got.

I wanna hear it, let's go.

"Wanna Netflix at mine, then make out a little? LOL."

(snickering)

Okay, I know you didn't write that.

Jake, why are you being stupid?

What, it wasn't me, it was her!

I'm not a her!

Look, just no more talking, okay?

Everybody get back to work.

(cell phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

(snickering)

(cell phone chimes)

(distant sirens blaring)

(cell phone chimes)

♪ ♪

(helicopter whirring)

(roar of helicopter overhead)

♪ ♪

(indistinct talking)

Slow down, please, slow down.

♪ ♪

What's going on?

♪ ♪

Okay, just hang on, okay?

Just sit tight, okay?

Let me see what I can do, all right?

Okay.

Class, I need to finish this outside.

Rory, you're gonna be my eyes in the sky, okay?

Everyone listen to Rory,

and I'll be right back, okay?

Can I go to the bathroom now?

(cell phones vibrating)

♪ ♪

Yeah, fuck this.

Jake, can you be quiet?

Is nobody else hearing this shit?

Dude, I'm gonna tell Mr. Johnson.

No, I'm not gonna pretend things are fine

just 'cause Mr. Johnson did.

Shit is clearly going down.

How do you know?

For one, that fucking cabinet

sounds like there's a huge dil...

looks like it's gonna explode,

and two, did you guys see Mr. Johnson's face?

That was a total "shit's going down" face.

The guy cannot hold his bluff.

(cell phones vibrating)

Jake, as stand-in substitute teacher,

- I want you to sit down. - That's not even real.

(radio feedback)

Hello, this is the office.

Um, we're initiating a lockdown for anyone on campus,

so please stay in the classroom

if you're still on campus

and wait for further instructions.

Do not attempt to leave.

Stay in the classroom. Thank you.

Hear how she sounded?

She sounded just like Mr. Johnson.

- That means... - Shit's going down.

I wonder if it's Brandon.

I know he collects, like, shotguns and rifles and shit.

I don't wanna get shot.

- And what do you suggest? - We should get our phones

out of this locked vibrating cabinet,

but I'm not The Rock, so we can't.

Why'd he take his fucking keys?

(radio buzzing)

(zapping)

(static crackling)

Yes, yes, that's right, it seems to be hovering

maybe two, three feet above the ground.

Military personnel won't let us get close...

I'm sorry, we're having trouble hearing you.

I said we're not able to get any closer...

Paul, you still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

There seems to be a local man walking towards this...

He's just walking towards the object and it seems...

- Paul? - We're not able

- to get any closer to this... - Stand down, sir.

Stand down!

They're raising their weapons on the man.

- I said stay where you are! - Oh, fuck, oh, shi...

(rapid gunfire)

Let's get our phones.

(cell phones vibrating)

Okay, here.

Um...

Rory, what are you doing?

Hiding from the shooter.

Okay.

Uh, I don't think it's a shooter.

I got three missed calls from my mom.

That's weird, she never fucking calls me.

Nobody seems to know why the school's on lockdown.

I think we need to leave.

It's a lockdown.

That means we stay locked down, right?

Shut up, I'm trying to call my mom.

Dude, our teacher didn't come back for us.

Nobody else is here.

Fuck, why is she not picking up?

You're just speculating.

What am I speculating about?

This is a frickin' lockdown.

What if it's aliens?

(indistinct conversation)

♪ ♪

Ash.

(thudding)

- Jesus. - Fuck.

(thunder rumbling)

What the fuck?

Fuck.

(powering down)

I think this is a good time to go.

Jake, we don't even know what's out there.

Out there is the exit.

We want to exit the situation, right?

What? No.

We do what's reasonable, I mean, come on,

remember Mr. Johnson's scared shitless face?

He didn't come back for us, we're on our own.

Or maybe he couldn't come back.

(roar of engines overhead)

Fucking jets.

It's like death (unintelligible),

let's go, let's go.

No, it doesn't feel safe out there.

♪ ♪

Nowhere is safe.

I say we move out.

♪ ♪

Ash.

What's wrong?

There's something there.

(guttural groaning)

♪ ♪

Holy shit.

♪ ♪

What is that?

I... I don't know.

♪ ♪

What is that thing?

♪ ♪

It's taking up the whole hallway.

Does that mean we can't get out?

♪ ♪

Fuck.

"Report object to authorities ASAP"?

"Get the fuck out if you see one."

"Reported missing persons: 4,200."

"If you hear voices, go to the hospital."

Some people are saying it's talking to them.

♪ ♪

Holy shit.

That shouldn't happen.

No, it fucking shouldn't.

Maybe it's transporting them somewhere.

Why does everything you say have to sound super scary?

M... maybe everyone's on the other side of it?

Hello?

Mr. Johnson, I don't wanna be in charge anymore.

♪ ♪

(growling)

Let's find another way out.

What if we go inside it?

♪ ♪

Uh, okay?

You're a weirdo and you're crazy.

It's official.

What are you talking about?

Maybe it takes us somewhere.

Like somewhere else.

I don't want to go somewhere else,

I want to just get the fuck outta here.

I'm with Jake.

You're crazy.

♪ ♪

There might be an exit up here.

Maybe it's a bathroom.

Who the hell knows at this point?

♪ ♪

(groaning)

♪ ♪

(engines roaring overhead)

♪ ♪

Ash.

("Ash" echoing)

♪ ♪

Ash, what are you thinking?

I was just getting a closer look.

Ash.

You can tell me anything.

♪ ♪

What the fuck was that?

Jake, please, stop.

(roaring)

(echoing "You're crazy," "What the fuck was that?")

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

You need to calm down.

(echoing "You're crazy," "What the fuck was that?")

- Don't touch her. - Guys, stop.

Jake, it's okay.

♪ ♪

You know what, yeah, no,

I'm not gonna play this game.

(groaning)

I don't fucking fight girls.

What are you doing?

Guys, stop it!

Guys!

- God, you guys, stop it. - I don't have my glasses,

I can't see.

Watch out!

Sorry.

Ash? You okay?

I'm sorry, I just got scared.

I'm sorry!

(panting)

Did they just...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

I couldn't see them.

Why would you do that?

I was just trying to defend mys...

No.

♪ ♪

(echoing "I'm so sorry")

♪ ♪

It's all my fault.

♪ ♪

Ash?

Ash, what are you doing?

♪ ♪

(panting)

Fuck.

♪ ♪

(siren blaring)

Rory?

Jake?

Ash.

♪ ♪

(eerie sounds)

♪ ♪

(distant sirens)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, folks, it's Martin Midnight,

and this is Midnight Buzz

where we explore the strange,

the paranormal,

the unexplained,

and the downright weird of the week.

Midnighters, welcome.

A big show, we've got a lot to talk about tonight.

As you probably know,

unless you've been living in a hole,

these things... and you know exactly

what I'm talking about, I think the scientists

have finally named them

a fucking brilliantly stupid name,

doors... started appearing all over the world

just a few weeks ago,

and as we all know, shit has been getting

really, really, well, weird.

Many millions of our loved ones

have gone missing, folks,

and, you know, many more are presumed dead.

But listen, the even weirder thing

is that some have returned

from wherever the fuck they've been.

And the Knockers program, my God,

this thing apparently goes into effect today.

Have you guys heard about this?

This thing has literal volunteers,

people volunteering to go into the doors.

Yeah, the same things that cause people to kill

or make people go crazy.

You know, it's fucking baffling.

I don't know what's more stupid:

the offensive term "Knockers,"

I mean, come on,

or the people who think it's a good idea

for civilians to go into a door.

But we'll see in the next 24 hours, I guess.

Good luck, volunteers.

♪ ♪

I'm an incubator of life.

♪ ♪

I can't move.

♪ ♪

I'm stuck.

Waiting.

Always waiting for a wave.

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

You're a wave.

You flow.

You rage.

♪ ♪

You exist by being shapeless,

yet I exist only through shape.

The shape that you created.

I'm blocked.

I'm trapped.

♪ ♪

A prisoner to the ocean...

♪ ♪

...waiting for your shapeless form

to consume me,

and I fucking hate it.

I don't know, that's all I've got so far.

I like it!

I love how badass you made the waves.

(waves crashing)

It's like, you know, billions of years

of just shaping each other.

It's unreal.

Poor rocks.

It kind of sucks.

They're rocks.

That's their purpose, they don't have a choice.

You worried about the rocks?

Rocks got you down?

You wanna do some rock therapy?

I'm a good listener!

I really am!

- No. - All right.

Rocks are tough.

Like you.

They're tough, they're strong,

they're independent women like you.

(laughing)

(loud roaring)

(birds squawking)

♪ ♪

Phaser set to kill, Captain.

Okay, let's practice some gun safety.

All right?

♪ ♪

(sticks snapping)

(humming)

So you're telling me you really wouldn't want

to live here, huh?

Too moody and kinda cold.

Well, it's the future, just stay inside.

How come you never ask me where I wanna live, huh?

Where do you wanna live, Beck?

Did I mention I love you?

Not while you're this Vince.

I don't like this Vince either.

What Vince do you want?

You gotta ask it on your own.

Yo, Knockers!

Got eyes on them.

Where you been?

- You gotta bump it, dude. - Knockers inbound.

Now you may speak.

My guys confirmed that the house structure

is stable enough for now.

(indistinct, muffled talking)

(ominous creaking)

(roar of engines overhead)

♪ ♪

Poor rocks.

(heartbeat)

How do they stand it for so long?

♪ ♪

I don't want to be a rock.

♪ ♪

I want to be a wave.

Three cans, please.

- Where's Prince? - No, no, sideways,

take it sideways, sideways.

Take it, take it now.

- Take it now. - Oh, God.

So I've been thinking about it,

that thing with the birds?

So you know every time Whiz does that thing?

You know, when it kind of throws off our compass,

I think what's happening

is the same thing with the birds.

He does the thing, they die, they fall out of the sky.

- That makes sense. - It's just a theory, but...

♪ ♪

You guys ready to get weird?

Can you get this?

♪ ♪

You guys are too cute.

You got your phaser, Becky?

Right here, and it's set to kill.

- Don't shoot. - KT421, this is HQ,

- do you copy? - KT421, copy.

KT421, you have been given green light

to enter your door.

You have a go-ahead.

Copy that, it's about time.

I also want to remind you that your boys

only have 12 minutes to get out.

Um, sorry, ma'am, did you say 12 minutes?

The Astoria team got 15, what's up with that?

Well, Astoria team didn't make it.

So that's your new time, Lieutenant.

(indistinct overlapping comments)

Wait, what was that?

(speaking Spanish)

I keep getting this fucking Spanish station.

♪ ♪

(screaming)

What is this?

(gunshot)

♪ ♪

Knockers, come in.

You guys got 12 minutes inside that door.

- You hear me? - Yeah, copy.

Entering the house now.

Why is he so fucking annoying?

Your mic's still on, Becky.

♪ ♪

Knockers here.

It seems as though the door

is pulling shit towards it.

Huh.

Unit K138 approaching our door.

♪ ♪

(creaking)

This one's huge.

- That's what she said. - Ew.

♪ ♪

I don't want to be a rock.

Whoa, did you guys hear that?

Yeah.

Smooth jazz.

Whiz, begin that timer.

Don't lose your shit in there, guys.

Three, two, one.

(beeping)

♪ ♪

(wind blowing)

(baby crying)

Welcome.

Did we just beam in?

Dreams do come true.

Looks like we're on the other side of the house.

Room is void of color, but kinda cool.

Doesn't seem to be the same house.

Did this room get bigger?

Maybe. I see three doorways.

♪ ♪

(creaking)

(distant roaring)

All right, where to first?

I call dibs on this pink hallway.

If we split up, we can document more.

Yeah, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Cool.

Beck, you know, we don't all have a gun.

It's a phaser!

You have 11 minutes remaining.

♪ ♪

Lights don't work.

The symmetry is pretty dope.

Upload this shit.

(atmospheric tones)

♪ ♪

(woman crying)

(growling)

Hello?

(crying continues)

♪ ♪

I think I found something.

Dead leaves scattered on the floor,

not a good sign.

Keep it together, Pat.

It's not anything you can't handle.

(heavy breathing)

(sniffing)

Source of sound appears to be coming from a woman.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Possible door entity.

She appears to be very, very real.

I'm in some sort of room.

Flowers.

What the fuck is going on?

Excuse me, do you have a name?

How can you not remember my name?

It's Rose.

No, it's not.

Nine minutes.

(distant roaring)

(heartbeat)

♪ ♪

It's a kitchen.

It's all white.

♪ ♪

There's various objects facing weird directions.

There's baby bottles upside down.

♪ ♪

There's a cradle.

(growling)

♪ ♪

Seems to be moving on its own.

♪ ♪

It's empty.

(squeaking)

♪ ♪

This rooms seems to be '80s chic.

Oh, this guy went national!

Nice!

Looks like he played shortstop.

Uh, clock is set at three o'clock.

Got a weird marble bust here.

What's up, dude?

(whispering)

(growling)

♪ ♪

Appears to be another room identical to the previous,

but slightly more awesome.

What?

Science nerd beer bong.

This bust seems a little more melancholy.

Uh, this clock's set at six.

Next room, similar to the last.

Got some globe action.

Another slightly pissed bust.

♪ ♪

Clock set at nine.

This room is darker,

a little more fucking creepy.

Uh, this bust has some sort of square eyes.

♪ ♪

(heavy breathing)

(growling)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, relax.

Can you hear me?

(choking)

Hey, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,

listen to my voice, listen to my voice.

Don't do this to me, I'm sorry.

Come back, come back, come back, it's okay.

Rose, I'm sorry, stop, stop, stop, please, please.

Hey, hey.

Come back.

♪ ♪

- What the f... - I miss you, Patty.

♪ ♪

Are you gonna leave me again?

♪ ♪

Hey.

♪ ♪

You feeling better?

♪ ♪

Super rough morning.

It's still spotty.

I finished the wall.

♪ ♪

Are you ready for Dr. Chang's class?

I think he likes us.

♪ ♪

Hello.

♪ ♪

Honey, you okay?

Stay back.

(growling)

Honey.

Don't call me that.

Beck, what's wrong?

Is she okay?

What is this?

What is this?

Is the baby okay?

What?

(growling)

What'd you do to me?

What did I do to you?

Stop this right now.

Stop what?

Do you notice it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

♪ ♪

(children playing)

♪ ♪

We chose to do this together.

I didn't choose this.

Now just put your toy down, this is ridiculous.

Calm down, Beck.

This isn't good for the baby.

This is the door, this is the door.

Babe, the door was three years ago.

No, no.

♪ ♪

Caution, five minutes remaining.

♪ ♪

Ah, God.

♪ ♪

(screaming)

♪ ♪

What'd I tell you about these, okay?

How many times?

♪ ♪

What the fuck?

♪ ♪

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(choking)

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

(slow, echoing heartbeat)

♪ ♪

- Do you need your meds? - No!

You okay?

Ugh!

(screaming)

- Babe, it's okay. - I'm not your babe.

Come on, look at me.

Babe, stop, babe, it's okay.

♪ ♪

(baby crying)

Babe.

Come on.

You're gonna murder me with a toy?

- Really? - It's not a toy.

We chose this, baby, just,

just put the toy down.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Caution, three minutes remaining.

It's a phaser.

(gun firing)

(waves crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

(low growling)

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

I re-entered a new room.

♪ ♪

It's a picture of me and Beck.

(growling)

♪ ♪

Who the hell are you?

♪ ♪

Who the fuck are you?

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

Caution, three minutes remaining.

Who are you?

I'm... I'm... I'm in some kind of hallucination

that looks like Beck and my apartment.

There are copies of myself,

clearly entities created by the door.

Wha... what did you call me?

One of the copies is engaging in a conversation with me.

Yeah, there you go again.

- Caution... - Beck!

You think you're the real Vince?

Beck, I'm getting psychosis beeps!

You really think you're the real Vince.

Beck, I need help!

What makes you so sure?

- Caution. - Which one of us

is wearing the suit, huh, smart guy?

♪ ♪

Nice try.

He's right.

This is probably a hallucination.

♪ ♪

We're probably entities.

No, I don't think so.

Man, I told you, I'm wearing the suit!

I said I got the suit.

♪ ♪

Caution, two minutes remaining.

♪ ♪

This isn't happening.

♪ ♪

(waves crashing)

♪ ♪

Hey.

♪ ♪

This our home?

It's the door.

Okay, that's why you're seeing these copies.

Copies?

♪ ♪

(indistinct talking)

♪ ♪

What, what's happening?

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

- What's happening? - Babe, look at me,

we're entering psychosis.

- They aren't real. - Shut up!

(gun cocking)

Who's the real Vince?

Babe, look at me.

I am.

- I'm real. - Babe, he's lying.

I'm real.

♪ ♪

Maybe it's what we're wearing.

♪ ♪

Why are you wearing rain gear?

It's sunny out.

♪ ♪

Oh, come on.

Come on, since when does the fuckin' door make sense,

babe, listen!

Babe, listen to me.

(gun firing)

♪ ♪

Alert.

Get close.

Get close.

♪ ♪

Hawaiian shirt, jeans.

Sweater, pants.

Babe, please put the gun down.

Babe, put down the phaser.

What did you say?

Babe, babe, he's fucking conning you.

Okay, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry that I forgot that it's a phaser, but...

Told me you were pregnant.

What'd you say?

What did you say?

That day at the beach,

and you said you didn't wanna,

you didn't wanna keep it, but...

Baby.

But then I told you to keep it.

♪ ♪

I remember that.

I got a nose bleed,

and it got all over our clothes.

Look at your shirt.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry I pushed you.

I'm sorry I lied.

I'm sorry for a lot of things.

♪ ♪

He's the real Vince.

Hear that?

I'm the OG.

♪ ♪

Sorry, dude, nothing personal.

(gun cocking)

♪ ♪

Danger.

♪ ♪

I don't wanna be a rock anymore.

What, what the fuck...

(gun firing)

(waves crashing)

It's my turn.

It's my turn to be a wave.

Okay.

(waves crashing)

♪ ♪

Okay, uh, Midnighters, wow,

it's, um...

So now what, huh?

Jesus.

It's been, uh,

weeks since the disastrous

Knockers program,

and we are definitely worse off than when we started.

You know, I wish I could say that this is all weird,

but the government failures like this are far from weird,

and you know exactly what I'm talkin' about.

It's all part of that Big Brother bullshit

that we've all eaten up since

the start of modern civilization.

But you know what's different, folks,

now is that we have birds

and fuckin' satellites falling from the sky,

crazy weather shifts that make zero sense,

and not to mention

half of the world's population is missing.

Open your eyes!

♪ ♪

You know what, though, I'll tell ya nature must be

loving less humans right now,

but I sure am

pretty weirded out.

And is this even reality right now? Fuck!

Fuck if I know.

But...

what Midnight does know, folks,

is that it's getting worse,

and we deserve answers.

So, stay tuned for my next guest tomorrow,

who has some interesting answers for us.

This is Martin Midnight.

Stay weird.

♪ ♪

(crickets chirring)

♪ ♪

...know about you, but I'm pretty sure that

if I had one of those things in my backyard,

I'd call someone.

But that's not the best part, she named it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's talk about something

very important here.

- What did she call it? - Ready for the name?

- Ferdinand. - Whoa, what?

- Ferdinand the door? - Yeah, that's right.

And on that note, to all of my listeners out there,

please take heed, if you see a door,

report it to the local authorities.

Don't approach it.

And for God's sakes, don't name them!

Be safe and call for help, okay?

Stay inside, and in the meantime...

♪ ♪

(whistling)

♪ ♪

(roaring engines overhead)

♪ ♪

(camera whirring)

♪ ♪

Hi, Jamal Adkins, day four.

Let's proceed.

♪ ♪

Hey, buddy.

How are we feeling today?

Tell you what, I am feeling very good,

and it's because of you.

And I know that it's gonna be a good day.

And that should make you feel

pretty good.

(machine whirring)

(guttural groan)

Hmm.

I see.

Same foul mood as yesterday.

But, we're not gonna let that stop us

with the work we have to do,

which is plenty.

So we tried that yesterday, and it didn't work.

So, we need to try something else.

Well, we did.

We tried that yesterday.

(guttural responses)

Look, I know you're from

an advanced civilization, but I was here.

We tried that, and we need to try something else.

Maybe if we stuck in more frequencies.

♪ ♪

See if we can get anything

besides mud.

Am I coming through?

Hello, hello?

♪ ♪

Hello?

♪ ♪

Hey.

- Hello, friend. - Hello?

What about now?

(static crackling)

♪ ♪

(distorted voices)

Hello?

♪ ♪

(growling)

♪ ♪

(roaring)

Hello?

♪ ♪

Hello.

♪ ♪

Let's talk.

Whoa.

Holy fucking Christ.

♪ ♪

Can...

Can you hear me?

- Can you... - Yes, Jamal Adkins.

Social security number,

765-56-7682.

Holy fuck, holy, holy fuck!

You can just call me Jamal.

- You can just... - Hi, Jamal.

Hello.

Friend, Jamal, buddy.

Hey, can I,

can I get you to talk to the camera?

Can you answer some questions for the camera?

I... Can you tell

the camera who you are?

I'm your friend.

How are you?

I'm pretty fucking good.

I'm pretty fucking good, can you, can you tell me

where, where are you from?

We have come upon the planet.

We watch sentient beings.

- You stay alive... - Jamal?

- ...for now. - Friend.

Can you tell the camera what your species is?

We archive.

We will refresh all of you.

We archive Earth.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

- Cathy. - Jamal.

Please, come here.

(birds chirping)

- Um, this is Leo. - 'Sup, I'm Leo.

I'm her boyfriend.

Oh.

Jamal.

Sorry.

Those organic?

No.

(crunching)

Are you ready?

- Yes, ready. - Mm-hm.

(chewing loudly)

He chews loudly when he's nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I, you know,

we're lucky to be in one piece

with those doors out there killing people.

I'm pretty sure they're here for more than just killing people.

Um, did you go crazy before they let you go, or after?

Jesus, Leo.

No offense.

He was fired for his brilliant, yet controversial ideas.

I'm sorry.

What did you wanna tell us, Jamal?

Literally, on the edge of my seat.

Cathy, I asked you to come here because you're my friend,

and I know that we haven't seen each other much lately,

but you're still my most trusted companion

in the scientific community.

Um, Leo, you're here

'cause Cathy brought you.

But if Cathy trusts you, then I trust you.

Oh, that's great, yeah, that's great.

Either you end my anticipation,

or I'm gonna end both of your lives.

I have a door.

That's my announcement,

which you both

kind of ruined.

But I have a door.

Bullshit!

No, if you had a door,

there would be, like, a million of those Knockers here

- sterilizing this entire place. - Sure, if they knew,

they'd be here, but I didn't report it.

Can we see it?

♪ ♪

Jamal's been talking about an alien invasion for years.

Yeah, that makes sense.

So tell us more about this door.

Well, the thing is,

I found a way to communicate with this one.

Oh, you can communicate with it,

but the government can't even seem to make contact?

I'm better than the government.

Uh, no offense,

but how are you better than

billions of dollars of technology

and scientific research?

No offense.

Just trust me.

♪ ♪

(roaring overhead)

♪ ♪

Yeah, so I,

I could hear it.

It was talking to me, like, in my head.

Wait, you hear voices?

It's just right up here around the bend.

Let me just get this set up.

♪ ♪

(machine whirring)

♪ ♪

Hey, this is Jamal.

Are you there, friend?

♪ ♪

Careful, these are really dangerous.

♪ ♪

Hi, Jamal, buddy.

(laughing)

Yeah!

Yeah, this is your buddy, Jamal.

I'm here with my friend, Cathy,

I want you to meet friend Cathy.

And, and this is Leo.

What's up, Jamal, buddies?

- Can I say something to it? - Of course.

Hi, I'm Cathy.

Hello, Cathy, friend.

(laughing)

Oh, my God!

What do we call it?

I don't know, I never got its name.

I've just been calling it friend and buddy.

My name is

(electronic rumbling)

Um, do you have a nickname?

Something we can call you?

Lamaj.

- Lamaj. - Lamaj.

Lamaj is...

Lamaj, Lamaj is

- Jamal backwards. - Jamal.

Friend.

Told me yesterday that

they're here studying us,

that the doors are collecting data.

(keyboard clacking)

Maybe this one's studying friendship.

(text message sending)

Lamaj, why are you here?

We come to archive.

Archive what?

Archive what?

Humanity.

♪ ♪

(low growling)

This is huge.

This could be it for us.

And it could put us on the map.

Well, how do you mean, which map?

Don't you see?

We can learn the secrets of the universe

through what Lamaj knows.

We can be cosmic explorers like we always talked about.

♪ ♪

Life can't just be teaching

a bunch of low-level astronomy classes

to kids who don't give a shit.

Nah, this is huge.

♪ ♪

Yeah, yeah, definitely.

I just, I think we should go slow.

Come on, Jamal.

Isn't this why you called me here, for this?

♪ ♪

Okay.

We can go slow.

We'll report it when we're ready.

When, when we're ready, uh,

babe, can... babe, can you not go any closer to that...

Those doors are murdering people all over the world!

All the doors are different, this door hasn't killed anybody.

It's just here to communicate with us.

Oh, okay, yeah, Jamal.

I know that you think you and the door are homies,

all right, but you have no fucking clue

what this thing

could actually be plotting

with the rest of the doors, okay?

How do you know that we're not getting poisoned right now

by some nuclear radiation from this fucking thing?

May be, but we can't bury any attempt with assumptions.

(growling)

You have all the secrets, don't you?

Okay, look,

do you guys at least understand

how many people are in danger right now?

Because this thing

hasn't been quarantined yet?

Seriously, like, what if,

- if it liquefies... - Step away from the door, ma'am!

Oh, Christ.

Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to step away from the the door.

Oh, for crying out fucking loud.

Step away from the door!

Come over here, get away.

Come on, babe, come on.

- Holy shit! - Yeah.

Leo, this thing's frickin' huge!

Leo, did you call the cops?

Okay, Ricky is a friend.

Ma'am, ma'am, stop right there.

- Just stop, okay? - What she doin'?

She paces when she's nervous.

Ma'am, stop right there!

Stop right there!

Stop, just you're making the sheriff nervous...

Ma'am, stop right now!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ricky, Ricky. - You guys are all in violation

of ordinance 256, unlawful engagement with a door.

- Whose property is this? - It's mine.

Who are you, step away from that table, sir!

Sir, away from the table!

On your knees, on your knees!

- Can you just chill with that... - What is your name? Shut up!

What is your name, sir?

Jamal Adkins, buddy.

The fuckin' door just talk?

- Absolutely not. - Yes.

This is unit 421, I'm gonna need backup.

You stay right there, sir.

- I'm not moving. - Shut up, shut up!

- Can you just lower the gun? - Quit pacin'!

You stay put!

- Lamaj. - Sir, shut up!

Can you just put the gun down?

This is 421, I need backup stat, please.

Lamaj, a little help please?

Who you talkin' to?

This is 421, I need backup right now!

- Shut up, you shut up! - Just calm down.

I repeat, 421, I need backup.

Oh, my God, what?

What the fuck are you doing?

Holy shit!

(wheezing)

Fuck.

You!

(growling)

(cracking, thudding)

(labored breathing)

Hi, friend.

It's time to refresh.

♪ ♪

(otherworldly vocalizing)

♪ ♪

(roaring overhead)

(vocalizing)

♪ ♪

(computer sign-on noise)

(crackling)

Holy shit, joining the conversation

this is a big one, guys.

All the way from sunny Seattle

is Parallel Worlds theorist...

that's one of the show's favorite magazines,

by the way... Dr. Alan Price.

- So good to have you. - Thank you.

Yeah, so, uh, Dr. Price, I'm gonna just jump right in.

These doors... you know, what are these things?

What do they want, and what's next?

What do... Talk to me, Alan.

Well, it's easy to say that the arrival of the doors

has changed everything.

Whether that's missing people,

or humans returning cosmically evolved.

And what I can tell you for sure is

it will continue.

Dr. Price, you're, um,

you've been around the doors, right?

Yes, you can say that.

So, talk to me, what do they want?

You know, what are they?

They are our cosmic consciousness.

Fuck.

Well, that certainly passes my weird test, what...

Can you elaborate a little bit?

They are a kind of...

arbiter for existence.

Arbiter?

You mean, like a judge?

No, not at all.

Their intelligence allows them

to operate on a complex, multidimensional reality.

They are everything all at once.

We are them, they are us.

You can even consider them

God, but more.

Well, how 'bout that, folks?

Doors may be God.

Dr. Price,

so should we be stockin' up on toilet paper?

Should we be dustin' off our shotguns?

What do you think?

I assure you,

there is nothing you can do to stop them.

Nor should you.

You see, the doors decide and control everything.

Their process is quite perfect.

(power crackling)

Uh...

Dr. Price, you're very fuckin' weird.

And I love weird,

but you're saying there's nothing we can do?

Yes, there is.

Great, like what?

What do we do?

Wait to be refreshed.

Refreshed?

Like, what are we,

some kinda web browser?

(laughing)

Uh, Dr. Price, you're...

You okay there? Your signal cut out for a second.

Accept it.

Accept what?

Once the doors

tether into all of mankind's consciousness,

the shift into the next created reality will ensue.

We are all awakening.

(electricity buzzing)

(birds cawing)

Yeah, uh...

Dr. Price, is it true that

the people who come out of the doors

are altered in some way?

Can you tell us a little more about that?

♪ ♪

You know the answer.

I really don't.

You tell me.

This is all a test.

A way for the doors to collect information

in order for them to decide

what our next re-interpreted reality will be.

♪ ♪

Dr. Price, have you been in contact with the doors?

Accept it, Paul.

How do you know my name?

- What the fuck is this? - What the fuck is this?

Your memories,

fears, doubts, desires,

they all will be absorbed...

refreshed.

Do not be afraid.

♪ ♪

- Are the doors telling you this? - Are the doors telling you this?

No, Paul.

I do not speak to the doors.

I feel them.

Something the human species has forgot,

feeling.

You, too, have forgotten, Paul.

In your search to exploit the events in this world

so you can feel

important,

and in control.

♪ ♪

Does it hurt,

you hiding behind your image?

Does it hurt, you using my

strange behavior

as entertainment?

Does it hurt,

you knowing that you do not have control right now?

♪ ♪

The process has started.

Do you feel it?

(power zapping)

♪ ♪

Accept it!

♪ ♪

It's already happening.

(groaning)

(electricity cracking)

♪ ♪

Embrace your new reality.

♪ ♪

(sobbing)

♪ ♪

That's right, accept it.

Embrace it, embrace your new reality.

♪ ♪

(ominous booming)

Welcome.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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