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We just did last
call, man. Sorry.

Hey.

You know me, right?

I don't think so.

Come on, Matt.

How do you know me?

'Cause I come in
here all the time.

Oh, well, I've never served you.

It's Jason.

Okay.

There was a party tonight, man.

You served us a bottle
of the Macallan Rare.

You mean this bottle?

Yeah.

I haven't sold a drop
of that all week.

You just... You opened up
the back for my friend.

I've never seen you
before in my life.

Matt. Fuck, man, you're
freaking me out, okay?

It's not funny. Just tell
me you know who I am.

Okay. Here's what
I'm gonna tell you.

Go get some fucking help and
get the fuck out of my bar.

Mike!

Is that gonna be a problem?

No.

- Mr. Dessen?
- Yes?

I'm Dr. Randolph. What brings
you into the ER tonight?

Well, I think that there is
something wrong with my mind.

What is that?

Lorazepam, to help you sleep.

You're killing me.

All right, Jason

where do we keep
our fucking coffee?

Sorry to wake you.

Do you know where you are?

At the John of God Hospital.

Very good.

I have the results from your CT
scan, and there's no brain damage.

No tumors.

Some shallow bruising
but nothing too serious.

We also ran a tox screen.

We found something
I've never seen before.

A psychoactive compound.

You asked us to
find your family.

Yeah.

There isn't anyone named Daniela
Dessen in all of Chicago,

and no Charlie Dessen enrolled
at St. Peter High School.

- No.
- I'd like to talk about

what you told
Dr. Randolph last night.

You said...

"It wasn't my house. The
furniture had been changed.

The kitchen was
totally remodeled."

Do you really
believe that, Jason?

"Jason Ashley Dessen,
born in Denison, Iowa.

Bachelor's degree from
the University of Chicago.

PhD from the same
university." So far so good?

Yeah.

"Postdoctoral fellowships
at Harvard and Princeton.

Awarded the Pavia
Prize in 2010."

And according to this article, you
haven't been seen publicly in over a year.

Have you ever been hospitalized
for psychiatric care?

There are places
specifically tailored

to help people who are experiencing
a little bit of a disconnect

between what's real
and what isn't.

I'd like to start by having
a full evaluation done.

Is that something
you'd be open to?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Doctor.

He could be out there,
spilling all our secrets.

We should go to the police.

We've lost four people, and you want
to bring more attention to Velocity?

She's right.

If you were a man of science
like Jason, where would you go?

Hospital.

Dr. Hollis...

- Excuse me, hi.
- Hi.

It's my first day here,

and I was wondering if
I could borrow a pen.

Yeah, sure. Here you go.

I'll bring it right back.

Hey, Jason.

Hi.

The first law of thermodynamics.

Sorry. Keep going.

So does anyone
wanna take a shot?

- Really? No one?
- What was the question?

Laws of thermodynamics.

The first law of thermodynamics

is the law of
conservation of energy.

It states that energy cannot
be created or destroyed.

Now, what do I mean
when I say energy?

Energy can be described
as the ability to do work

where work...

I'll take over from here.

Thank you for covering
for me. Sorry I was late.

You find all this
a little boring,

or do you already know
all of this stuff?

It's okay. I find it
a little bit boring.

It is.

That's up to you.

You know what true
boredom looks like?

Your life in five years' time when you
realize you haven't paid attention.

And you'll find yourself working for other
people, likely a middle management person

who takes out their frustrations
and their despair on you

while you're trying to sell products
and services that you don't care about

for some multinational corporation who
doesn't actually give a flying fuck

excuse my language...
if you exist.

But I care,

'cause for this fleeting
moment... What's your name?

Riley.

Riley? That's right, Riley.
For this fleeting moment,

Riley and everybody else who's still
on your phones... put them away

you get to sit in a classroom and
ponder the mysteries of our existence.

And that is great.

Now...

I'm not expecting you to
understand everything.

I'm not a cruel man.

But I do expect you to
respect the opportunity.

Pay attention.

That's all.

Like when I tell you things.

For example, that in 1850,

a brilliant man by the
name of Rudolf Clausius...

Can you call me immediately
if you hear anything?

Yeah, we're very
worried about him.

I appreciate it.

Any news?

No. Dawn spoke to
someone at John of God.

Jason was there last night.

Dawn rushed over, but
Jason had already left.

Did she hear anything
about his condition?

No. But at least we know
he hasn't left the city.

- Any luck on your end?
- I'm striking out.

What about Ryan?

I left word.

Okay. Listen, keep trying. Call
me the moment you hear something.

I will.

- May I have your invitation?
- I know the artist. She's...

The public opening is tomorrow.
Unfortunately, tonight is invite only.

Yeah, but Daniela,

- she said I could come.
- Okay. Your name?

Dessen, Jason.

Dr. Dessen?

Yeah.

Just one second.

Inside the envelope
are three cards.

Choose one and present
it to the woman inside.

I'm sorry I didn't
recognize you.

Hi. Welcome. Have you
selected your card?

Do you know where Daniela is?

The artist.

I just know that she's
somewhere back there. Sorry.

Your door is going
to be number two.

Please seal the remaining
cards in the envelope

and keep them with you till
the end of the exhibition.

- Yeah.
- Enjoy.

It's you.

I heard you checked in.

Where's Charlie?

Charlie who?

Darling, you've done it.

Listen, The Times is here.

Okay. Good. Sorry. Alesia,
this is Jason Dessen.

Jason, this is Alesia
Cheney, my agent.

The Jason that
inspired the show?

Yeah.

I am so proud to be your friend.

Hi. This looks fantastic.

Thank you. Look who's here.

Ryan?

Yes. Okay. Going.

Sorry, guys.

I have to go be a good host, but
I'm having a much smaller thing

- at my place after. Will you come?
- Yeah.

- Jason?
- Yeah. I wouldn't miss it.

Well, shit, where the
fuck have you been?

I heard you cracked up, and
they stuck you in a cell.

Although I also heard you moved
to Costa Rica and became a farmer.

And I heard you were dead.

Well, I'm certainly
not dead, so...

Hey, how did those compounds I
made for you last year work out?

Compounds? What compounds?

All right. Please, I know...

I understand that you're buried
under a mountain of NDAs, Jay,

and I don't wanna be a dick,

but I did a lot of work for
you and Velocity in the dark.

- And...
- Velocity?

You said...

You said Velocity, so
you know that place.

What are you doing?

What is this? What is this shit?

- What are you doing?
- Just... We're not done here.

Hi. Sorry.

Hi, everyone. If I could
just have a moment.

I just wanna say
a couple things.

Sometimes, we ask ourselves
the big questions:

"Who am I? Who could I be?

Who might I have been if the
Bulls had defeated the Pistons

in the 1990 conference final?"

Just asking.

We all know our lives are marked
by the choices that we make.

And while I've never
been a fan of regret,

I will admit to a certain
curiosity about the path not taken.

Tonight, each of
you made a choice

that determined which version
of my show you experienced.

You should still have the
cards that you didn't choose.

They're also tickets and
you can use them to return

at any point during the next
month and take a different path.

Maybe find out if the
grass really is greener.

Thank you to my amazing team. You
made this possible. Thank you.

And thanks to all of you for
coming tonight. It means the world.

- Salud.
- Salud.

And where else is the
exhibition showing?

Well, New York and then Boston,

and it'll open in Los
Angeles next month.

So probably fly
out to go see it.

Well, maybe I'll come with you.

You know, we can
make a weekend of it.

Seriously?

Why not?

Well, I would love that.

He called me today.

Ryan did?

Yeah. He wanted to know if we
talked about the job offer.

Food's here.

Can I eat later? Some of my friends
are going to the skate park.

Who's gonna be there?

Brooke, Drew, Adam and Michelle.

Okay.

Sure you don't want to eat
something first, though?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Okay, back by 10:00.

Yeah. Thanks.

- Hey, kiddo.
- Yeah?

Maybe tonight's the
night you tell Brooke.

- Tell her what?
- That he likes her.

Strong disagree.

Well, relationships
are a negotiation,

and whoever speaks
first kind of loses.

That's a cynical view
of love, my love.

Who's talking about love?

Just show her that you're interested,
and... but play it close to the vest.

So, like, be aloof?

Aloof.

Yeah. The right level of aloof.

But cool.

Have fun. Be yourself.

- Yeah.
- Have fun.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Yeah.

What was that?

What?

Show me aloof. What
does aloof look like?

Like...

No.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You want?

So

Now it's just the three of us.

Spill it.

Where you been?

Hypothetical.

Hypothetical?

Oh, boy.

A man of science,
physics professor...

- Okay.
- He is married

to the woman of his dreams,
and they have a son.

And they all have a good life.

Until one night, this
man, he goes to a bar.

He's seeing an old friend, college
buddy, who's won a prestigious award.

But on the walk home,
something happens.

He doesn't make it home.

When he regains his
full presence of mind,

everything has changed.

Brain tumor, head trauma?

CT scan says no.

Maybe it's like some kind of
multitiered deep fake punking.

Within five hours, the entire
inside of his house is renovated.

And I'm not just saying
different pictures on the walls.

I'm saying new furniture,
new appliances,

light switches have moved,
walls are different colors.

No prank could possibly
be this complex.

And, I mean, what
would be the point?

How much LSD is this man on?

That seems like a
determining factor.

Okay. Then I don't know.
It sounds like he's crazy.

I'm not crazy.

Tonight, your agent said that I
had inspired your installation.

- Yeah.
- How so?

We hadn't seen each
other for a while,

and you showed up here
one night out of the blue.

Said you'd been thinking about me.
You really don't remember this?

You told me

that our existence
is all about choices.

You said our choices
create worlds.

And so, theoretically,

we simultaneously inhabited
an infinite number of them.

You told me that, in this world,

the worst choice you'd made
was the one you made with me.

I said

we'd had our moment
all those years ago

and that I loved you.

I'll always love you.

But now we're friends.

I'm in a different
place, and you are too.

We talked for a long time.

You started talking
about your research,

and you mentioned a project
that was under wraps,

and you said something that struck
me, so I remember it very clearly.

You said you'd probably
never see me again.

When I saw you earlier,

the first thing you asked
me was, "Where's Charlie?"

Who's Charlie?

Our son.

What?

This is what I know.

You and I live in a brownstone

in Logan Square.

We have a 15-year-old
son named Charlie.

All right, man. That's not funny.
Why would you even bring that up?

Ryan?

You're a famous neuroscientist.

- I am?
- You won the Pavia.

You lecture all over the world.

This is supremely fucked up.

All over.

You know, Jay, what
I think is that

you should eat a bag of dicks.

And please let me microwave
them for you first,

so they're nice and
fucking hot for your mouth.

Fuck you. Honestly, man.

Ryan. Listen, man.

- Ryan! I'm not fucking with you.
- What?

I have not lost
my mind. I swear.

I hear you.

There's some stuff
I gotta deal with.

- Yeah.
- Do you want him to leave?

- I'm good.
- Yeah? Okay. All right.

You're coming back tomorrow
to finish those dishes, right?

- Hey... It was a great show.
- I'm good. Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Why are you using my toothbrush?

- Hey.
- Hey.

You really didn't need
to go to any trouble.

- I could've stayed at a hotel.
- No.

No, you're staying here
with me. End of story.

Your clothes are in the wash. So
I put those there if you want.

Thank you.

Whose are these?

My last boyfriend's.

I really don't know why
I still keep them, but...

- Because they're so fancy.
- Because I do...

Oh, yeah. They're fancy.

When you went to the hospital,

what'd they think
was wrong with you?

They don't know.

They said I had some strange drugs
in my system, which I didn't take.

They wanted to
have me committed.

Okay. You sure that's not
what's best at this point?

I don't need psychiatric
help. Just need answers.

Yeah.

I know you think that
I have lost my mind.

Get some sleep.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you.

Are you leaving?

Yeah. Training day.

Of course.

Will you take the chicken out of the
freezer and put it in the sink for me?

'Cause it has to defrost.

- Yeah.
- Okay. Thanks. See you.

Have fun.

Thanks.

Sweet buddy. What's up?

- Hey, Ryan.
- Hey.

Daniela said that you
called. You call my wife now?

Yeah, I... Well, I just thought
she would be super excited.

- All right. Listen, Ryan.
- What?

Just let me be
really clear, okay?

I like my life in Chicago,
and I'm not leaving.

So that's a no to the job.

Okay?

- That's a n... Okay.
- So...

Well, shit, man. I'm
sorry I overstepped.

Yeah, well, you
kind of fucking did.

Shit, man. Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay, I hear you, man.

Okay.

Hello?

Hi.

Oh, my God. Jason. Are you okay?

I don't know.

Where are you?

I'm about to walk into a
mental health hospital.

I wish you'd let me help you.

I think I need to see
someone that doesn't know me.

Which hospital?

I'm not sure this
is a good idea.

Well, technically,
it is my house.

No.

In our house,

we have that photograph
of the waterfall.

Only you and me and
Charlie are in it.

I've never been there.

We went there five years ago.

It was the trip of a lifetime.

Jason, she sounded worried

on the phone.

I think we should let her help.

This here is my son's room.

At least it should be.

Our son

who's into anime.

Skateboarding.

He likes a girl. He's...
You know. Come on.

He draws those crazy
landscapes you love.

Fifteen, he's already
looking at art schools,

and you're really proud of him
because he's got your eye for it.

Look

when I told you
that I was pregnant,

you said you needed
time to think about it.

That I remember.

And then, the next day,
you came to my apartment,

and you said that you were
busy with your research.

You said that the next year of your
life would be spent in a clean room

and that I deserved better.

You said our child
deserved better.

- No.
- I chose not to do it on my own.

We went our separate ways,
and that's what happened.

That's not what happened. What
happened was, I thought about it,

and I said to you, at
the end of my life,

that I would rather have memories
of you than of a cold, sterile lab.

No. You said you weren't ready.

I never said that.

Are you fucking with me?

Or am I walking around a dark house
with someone who's lost his mind?

No, I'm telling you the truth.

We should get out of here.

I'm sorry,

for what you say happened to us.

That was a lifetime ago.

And for all of this. I mean...

I don't want to scare you.

I just don't understand how what's
true for you isn't true for me.

I can't reconcile it, I...

I know I have an entire marriage
worth of memories with you,

which...

I know sounds completely insane.

I just know that I
wouldn't lie to you.

I don't know what it
means exactly, but...

I believe you.

Holy fuck.

- What?
- He did it.

Son of a... He did it.

He did what?

What I was trying to do.

Crazy theory.

Crazy.

What if the Jason that lived in this
world... that won the Pavia Prize,

whose house we were in today,
who everyone thinks that I am...

What if he created

a larger version of my box

that could put not
just a particle

but an actual human
being in superposition?

A box that would... it would
allow a person to travel

across the multiple
realities of quantum physics.

And what if he used that
box to travel to my world?

What if

the person that abducted me

is me?

How could it be you?

Not exactly me. A version of me.

Like... All right, imagine

he and I are the same
person all those years ago,

right up until the moment
that you got pregnant.

Then, we split up into our
own separate universes.

We split because I
chose to be with you,

and he chose to pursue work,

which led to the
creation of the box.

What if, in this moment,

I'm in his world,

and he's in mine?

Why would you do this
to yourself, though?

I'm glad you found
your way to me.

I am too.

What's this?

That's proof.

Of what?

That I'm not crazy.

See, eventually, the mark of
my wedding ring will disappear,

and my memories will
be the only remnant

of this life that I had.

So that's to remind
me of what's real

and what I have to get home to.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Still awake?

Yeah.

Do you wanna come down?

Tell me about us.

About us?

Okay.

Where do I start?

We had a shotgun wedding

that pissed a lot of people off.

Then we had an amazing party,

which was great.

And then we became
parents not so long after.

First few years
were complicated.

- It got hard. Real hard.
- Why?

You know how it is.
Maybe you don't.

But life has a way of just

grinding you down.

And,

you know, our
priorities changed.

I mean, I spent less time in the lab.
You spent less time in the studio.

I eventually lost my funding,

and you eventually
quit painting.

I quit painting?

Yeah.

So are we, like, boring?

It's not the way I
look at it. It's...

Okay. How do you look at it?

We made a life together.

Am I happy?

Yeah.

We've had our rough
patches, but, yeah. Yeah.

And you are also my best friend.

How's the sex?

Oh, my God. Are you
actually blushing?

This is so weird.

- Is it bad?
- No.

No.

I'm sorry.

No.

Hello?

Who is this?

They hung up.

Hey. Listen, please don't.

I'll go with you. She has
nothing to do with it.

Drop the phone. What did I say?

Daniela, do exactly
what she says.

No. Daniela.

Daniela. No. Daniela.

No.

Daniela.