Dissertation notes... 207,
on indigenous masks.
First of I'm thinking probably at least three visits
to this particular exhibit.
Uh, following the suggestion by Professor K
to separate out the different aspects
to better recombine them later.
I'll be limiting my observations this time
to the experiential angle of the masks,
and focus instead on the masks as objects,
or art, or art objects.
The larger question obviously being the role
of the experiential in the overall function
of the masks.
Not just ceremonial, but expressive, et cetera.
Maybe, honestly, even just how it makes you feel.
You could stand to let yourself feel some things again, Claudia.
And, of course, there's the question of
immortality, infinite lives.
But for now, I'm going to try not to think in those terms
because of the deliberate experimental
compartmentalization.
Maybe find a better way to articulate that concept.
Sidenote.
And then.
Just keep writing essays forever.
That way you don't have to, what's the word?
Live. Be a person.
Perfect.
So... masks.
Sorry.
Sorry. Are you okay?
You saved my life.
I'm sure you would have been fine.
It's not... that big a truck.
Okay. Still glad I didn't get run over by it.
Well, I mean, to each his own. Or her own.
Right?
Well, thank you.
Today was almost a very bad day.
A day is what you make it. Right?
Almost died.
And met future husband.
Dum-dum.
Attention, visitors...
Oh, and, uh, one more for Evel Knievel here.
What? No. No, no, no, no, no.
- It's too late. - I can't let you buy my ticket.
Unfortunately, the transaction's already complete.
If you reverse it now
technically, you'd be robbing the museum.
You'd rob a museum?
My God, you're a monster.
Enjoy your visit.
Thank you.
The display part interferes
in a way since, of course, this is far from
the mask's original context.
Is that something to take into account
or specifically not take into account?
Possibly already being too dogmatic
about this compartmentalization thing.
Are they terrifying, or are they funny?
And how much of both of those reactions is
internalized cultural bias?
- Are you writing a book? - Jesus!
I'm-I'm sorry. I'm sor... I did it again.
No, no. Thank God for you sneaking up behind me.
Okay. I think that's a good thing, or...
Sorry, not sneaking.
Just for the record, I'm not sure that I... snuck.
Um, I-I don't... I don't think I said thank you.
I'm pretty sure you did.
- Did I? - Yeah.
It's so embarrassing, walking in front of a truck.
And talking into my dumb phone, too.
I must have looked like a pretentious idiot.
No, no, you looked like a very smart
pretentious person.
I mean, who am I to judge?
Hey, look, I probably look like I'm showing off, right?
Carrying around, like, half a tree here.
But honestly, I love this book so much,
I don't care what anyone thinks.
This author's amazing. He's got this
really unique ability to make the reader feel like
there's no line between the rational mind
and the most profound depths of the heart.
And now I'm doing it. Look at, you got me doing it.
I'm-I'm out-pretentiousing you.
Yeah, yeah, a hundred percent.
Look, it's just fiction, right?
It's no higher or lower
than any other form of entertainment.
I mean, people used to think that the novel was trash.
Yeah, they used to say, "That's not literature."
Were they wrong, or are we wrong?
Or is nobody wrong?
Actually...
What?
There's a... there's a really great quote about that
in this book, um...
"What is wrong in the end which never comes, or..."
There's a-a line break.
"Which comes again and again, lap-lap-lapping, like waves?"
Wow.
You memorized that, huh? You're a memorizer?
Yeah.
Hmm, good to know.
Starting to form a picture here.
Well, since you loved that one so much,
you want to hear another?
I don't. Specifically not.
Nobody usually lets me get through one quote,
so I thought I might kind of press my luck.
Okay, yeah. Go ahead.
Okay, "Absurdity is the too-true truth.
A truth so true, we put it in quarantine."
Hold on. Wait a minute. Yanofsky?
What? Oh, Yanofsky?
Oh, no. What did he do? Did he...
Is he canceled? You know what, I don't like him anymore.
Retroactively, I never liked him.
No, he's not canceled. It's just so random for you.
I specifically love that quote.
That specific part of the speech, the speech he gave...
At the Nobel.
Yeah.
"Because at root, we do know life's value lies
not in its length or its depths..."
Ooh, a fellow memorizer.
It is just so weird that that's the quote
you pulled out of the air.
Exactly that quote.
You know, you've got this really interesting, um
energy.
- You know? - Yeah?
Yeah, it's like you're one day old
and a thousand years old at the same time.
I don't know.
You, you. You're blowing my mind right now.
It's funny you should say that, though.
Um, my dissertation's about...
That-That's why I'm dictating. I'm writing a dissertation.
Oh, okay, got it. Indigenous masks?
Yeah. Specifically, questions of reincarnation.
New lives, old lives.
And what is it about those ideas that interests you?
I mean, I only ask because it feels like
it means more to you than just something you study.
Well, I'm studying it because I like it.
But...
Mm, lately I've been feeling like...
You know when you, you've been really sick,
and then you feel better,
and you look at the sky?
You know, like, the clouds in the sky, or birds in the sky.
And you get this feeling like...
Like a new beginning?
That's exactly what I was going to say.
I know the feeling well.
Check this out.
Masks.
Maybe this could help with your dissertation.
This guy's name is Bob Johnson.
- Do you know Bob Johnson? - No.
"Hi, I'm Dan Thompson."
So stupid.
I want you to meet a close, personal friend of mine.
This is Karl-Sly Richterfurchten.
Hang on.
- You almost hit the lady. - No, I didn't.
- You're gonna be in trouble. - Boys!
- What do you think you're doing? - He started it.
- He said I couldn't... - I do not care what anybody said about anything.
You do not throw things.
What have I told you about horseplay?
You might say that Claudia King has found herself
on a kind of blind date.
One set up not by friend, family or coworker.
This is a match neither made in Heaven nor the Internet,
but in the far darker web of The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling through another dimension,
a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground between light and shadow,
between science and superstition.
And it lies between the pit of one's fears
and the summit of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over into The Twilight Zone.
Don't you love this place?
Only problem is, it makes me miss New York, you know?
- The Museum of Natural History. - Oh, man,
that museum was so important to me growing up.
Wait, are you from New York?
No, but in my head it was like we went in every weekend.
The squid and the whale. The dinosaur bones.
Planetarium.
Yeah, but for some weird reason, my favorite thing was
that giant cross section of dirt.
Remember? It had, like, a little earthworm in it.
Oh, my God, that-that dirt was my favorite
when I was a little girl.
No shit? Are you messing with me?
No. It was.
How do you still surprise me?
- Huh? - Uh, sorry. I interrupted you.
You were saying something about,
um, masks and infinite lives, and...
Did you? Oh, um, I don't know.
I mean, I could go on for hours about it, but, um...
Wait, hold on. I don't even know your name.
What-What's your name?
It's Marc. With a C.
I'm sorry...
Wow. Okay.
I wasn't ready for this level of unmodulated ridicule.
No, I'm sorry, it's just, um...
I-I had a crush on a boy named Marc
in the seventh grade, spelled with a C.
- Okay. - Nothing ever happened.
He-he didn't go to my school.
I don't even think we ever even met.
But, um, I have this very vivid memory of telling my girlfriends
that I thought the C was sexy.
- Wow. - Yeah. Um...
And I can still hear them laughing at me.
- Oh. - It was so brutal.
That is brutal.
I love that story.
It's one of those things where you look back
and it's so embarrassing,
but you also sort of love yourself for it?
Right?
Like, you finally have compassion
for that younger, innocent moron you used to be.
We don't let ourselves feel that way too often, do we?
I mean, you know, compassionate for ourselves.
But it's nice when it happens,
when we slip through our own defenses.
- My name's Claudia. - Right.
Right... Yeah, no. Right on.
Uh, do you want some gum?
Why? Do I need gum?
No. Just thought that... you might like some.
No?
- Speaking of the Museum of Natural History... - Wait, how did you...?
I used to fantasize about getting in that giant canoe
at the Museum of Natural History.
Uh, me-me, too.
Very specifically, that was a major childhood fantasy of mine.
No way.
Ah, well, then,
we got to do it.
Do what?
Well, get in the canoe.
Yeah, I wish.
Your wish, my command, and so forth.
- Wait... - Oh.
- Oh, oh. Oh, oh. - Marc.
Marc, don't. Dude.
It's not real, it's a replica.
I know it's a replica.
I'd stop you if it wasn't a replica.
But the guard is right there.
She's not looking.
She could turn around at any second.
Yeah, but I don't think she's going to.
Look, if we stay reasonably quiet and she looks over here
even once in the next five minutes,
I will personally give you a thousand dollars. Okay?
- Oh, my... Marc. - Oh. Oh, oh...
Come on.
You only live however many times, right?
Come on.
What are you doing? Get down.
- I'm telling you, she's not gonna look. - Get down.
You're crazy.
- This... - You got to get outside your head.
Live a little.
Ahoy, matey.
We are in the canoe, ship to shore...
All right
I want my thousand dollars.
Well, if you want your thousand dollars,
what are you doing down here?
You should be up there testing it.
I really did dream of this.
I know. You told me.
Hiding from the guard in the canoe, with
- a boy. - Oh.
What boy?
I don't know.
Was it the other "Marc with a C"?
What are you?
What are you talking about?
There's a trick.
There has to be.
- Oh, yeah? - How could you possibly know
that the guard wasn't gonna turn around?
How could you know that the guy was gonna drop his gum?
You have a secret.
Do I?
You do have a secret.
What's your secret?
- Tell me your secret. - Ow.
You have to tell me, before any funny business.
Funny business?
Yeah.
Okay. But, uh, first, let's get on dry land.
No. No, no, no.
Marc, tell me your secret.
- Marc. - Oh, is this a rotunda?
No... Marc.
Want to get naked? The security camera's broken.
Marc, if you don't tell me your secret, I swear to God...
What are you gonna do?
I'm-I'm gonna kick your ass.
Oh, shit. Well, I better do what you say.
Uh, yeah, that's right.
I guess I haven't been entirely honest with you.
Okay.
You haven't met me, but.
I've met you.
Literally what does that mean?
Exactly what I said.
No, you... No, you can't answer a question with a riddle.
Sorry.
I-I... Like, h-how do you know all of this, all this stuff?
How did you catch that bottle?
Did you know that I was gonna get hit by that truck?
Are you magic?
Uh, kind of. Yeah.
The reason I know all this is... uh, well, I know everything.
Okay.
I know that you and I are the same.
On a very deep level.
I know that we both long to be free.
I know, I know. We live very blessed lives.
Like, the top one percent luckiest Homo sapiens ever.
It's literally not an exaggeration.
Inside
we're caged.
That's why you're so fascinated with reincarnation, right?
It's another chance to start over, you know?
Outside the cage.
I know that you're afraid that you only like assholes.
'Cause a lot of guys you've liked have been assholes.
And that's a thing, you know?
Women can be attracted to assholes.
It signals confidence.
But I think that's it, right? That's what it is.
You're attracted to the confidence.
You don't like assholes.
You just like people who know who they are.
You know, I think this is my favorite work of art.
It really captures something.
You know? The power, the dominance.
The way that bird is crushing the people beneath his feet.
It's almost exactly the opposite of that.
The raven's saving them. Freeing them.
Coaxing them into the world.
Huh.
Well, you know what?
I used to live in a clam, and in retrospect,
the birds were super helpful, so...
Yeah, you might be onto something there.
So stupid.
Marc.
Okay.
Almost everything you're saying, I'm like,
"Yes, totally, you're speaking my language."
But to be honest,
I mean, you're also kind of freaking me out.
I'm sorry. Shit.
You have to tell me what's going on.
Yeah. Look, I said I'd be honest with you, so, uh,
here it goes.
Um
I've been working on this date for
well, I don't even know how long.
I've done all this before.
Many times.
I don't really know how many.
I don't know... the number of tries is probably somewhere
- in the triple digits by now. - "Tries"?
Uh...
Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but
every time I go to sleep, or... w... die.
I wake up, this morning, and start all over again.
I...
For you, for everyone else in the world, as far as I can tell,
it's the first time today's happened.
- But for me... - You're stuck in a time loop, yeah.
Happened to my cousin once.
Trust me when I say I knew you wouldn't believe me.
Oh, yeah, sorry, I-I just have this thing
where whenever somebody tells me they're stuck in a time loop,
I get all cynical about it. I don't know why.
I guess I just... Okay.
Your best friend growing up was named Sally,
even though she was mean to you.
This guy over here is about to sneeze.
You have a recurring dream about overflowing toilets.
Two more sneezes and then the sun's gonna go behind a cloud.
One time your dad kicked a hole in the wall
and it felt like the end of the world.
You'd never admit it to anyone,
but you used to call yourself a poet.
You still have a soft spot for some of those poems.
It's Ned, right? How's your nephew feeling?
Uh, yeah, much better, thanks.
Looks like he's gonna be all right.
- Do we know each other? - No.
Your first kiss was Johnny Driver at Wataka Summer Camp.
You know all the lyrics to "We Didn't Start the Fire"
and "Kokomo."
As a kid, you used to secretly look at your grandpa's Playboys.
You still feel a little weird about that.
Last night you had a dream about moving out
of your college dorm, but you hadn't packed yet.
Okay, dude, what the fuck?!
I know all of this because I've had
a thousand conversations with you over a thousand days.
Or one day over a thousand times.
I'm the world's foremost leading expert on today.
I've lived it over and over again.
I know it inside and out.
But it's not so bad.
I pretty much do whatever I want.
Not to mention the fact that, since it keeps resetting
nothing really counts.
So life without consequence.
You know, life... outside the cage.
But that's the thing, I don't want to do whatever I want.
There's only one thing I want.
There's only one thing I care about anymore.
There's a whole universe, Claudia, right here.
And the only thing that matters in it
is you and me.
So.
This is the first time I've met you.
Um, but for you, it
it's like the millionth in a row?
More or less.
But then, that means...
Sorry, there's gonna be, like, a noisy helicopter here.
Okay, sorry. You were saying
millionth in a row?
Th-The thing I'm having a little trouble
wrapping my mind around...
You know what, I wouldn't even try.
Trust me, I've had plenty of time,
and the best I can come up with is
there are some puzzles that weren't meant to be solved.
No. I mean, sure, but th-that's not what I'm talking about.
I'm-I'm talking about how
you-you've had time to practice.
Uh, yeah.
Nothing but. In fact
check it out.
I love this guy.
We have this whole, uh, commedia dell'arte routine
worked out; You're gonna love this.
What's the deal with the watch?
Uh.
I said I was gonna tell you the truth.
This hot little number holds up to
50 separate alarms.
So every time I start over,
I program in a bunch of different reminders.
Like, uh, at 3:04 p.m. today, a bunch of school kids
run through here.
I don't want to look at my watch every 15 seconds,
so when the alarm goes off at 3:03,
I know that's a minute away.
You don't have to see the whole clown act,
but my intel on George here is still good for one thing.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
Marc.
He's not gonna turn around.
Marc, put it back.
You know, we can actually make a surprising amount of noise.
Marc, that's an artifact
with meaning to some people; Put it back.
Whoa, where was this thing on the canoe, huh?
Old Georgie Porgie's hard of hearing.
Georgie Porgie?
Home run.
See, I knew you wouldn't mind me doing that.
A lot of people, they wouldn't get that's a joke, but
I just know you so well.
Plus, I've tried it before.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
No, I mean about practice.
Oh, right.
Well, look, this might sound a little weird
for me to say, but.
I'm kind of the perfect guy.
I mean, if I ever make a mistake,
I can just go back and try it again.
Practice makes perfect,
so you practice.
Oh, shit. Hey. Hey!
Hey.
Did you see that truck?
It almost hit you.
Okay...
It can be a lot of practice.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey. Hey!
Watch out!
Jesus Christ.
But you practice...
What the hell's wrong with you?
And you practice.
And eventually.
I got you.
You do make perfect.
So, basically, you've been tricking me this whole time.
Tricking you?
No, I-I don't think you understand.
This has all been for you.
Okay, I
I think I do understand.
Look, you have no way of knowing
how much work I've put into this,
how many iterations.
All the tries.
What do you think this guy's name is?
Uh, John Thompson?
This guy's name is John Johnson.
Bill Thompson.
Phil Thom-Thompson.
Bob Johnson.
Okay.
It's all about you.
That's all it's ever been.
It's about trying to get this right.
Getting what right?
Like, what are you trying to get right?
Why are you doing this?
Because... I love you.
You don't know me.
I don't know you?
I know you better than anyone has ever known anybody.
I've spent years with you.
Even if that's true, I haven't spent years with you.
Okay, okay, um, look, you asked me
what I want out of all this.
It's not like I'm trying to impress you, okay?
I'm not trying to win you over. I've done that.
We've been together many times.
But I'm sorry, it's just...
It's not enough. It doesn't cut it.
I won't be satisfied with anything less than all of you.
You also asked me why today keeps repeating.
No, I didn't.
Yeah, you did. It was
I said, like, it's a puzzle that can't be solved.
If I'm really honest with myself,
I think it's for you and me to connect.
I mean, really connect.
And not just through trickery, not temporarily,
but for real.
That's why I'm being totally honest with you.
I just
I just want you to love me.
Marc, I-I just met you.
Yeah, but I didn't just meet you.
Oh, Claudia, look,
you're gonna have to take my word for it, okay?
We connect.
We do.
We're meant for each other.
And I can carry that from one day to the next,
even if you can't.
I can learn, I-I can...
You can manipulate me. You can lie to me.
That's what you're describing.
You can take advantage of me.
What? No. What... That's not it at all.
Um, excuse me.
What are you gonna do? You're not gonna make a scene.
You don't have it in you.
What do you want from me?
I just
I want you to love me beyond the day.
Not just to fall in love with me.
I want you to be in love with me.
So when you see me, it's like, "Oh, right. You!
Hi, soul mate."
That can't happen, even if I wanted it to.
Which I don't.
- It can happen. - No.
No. If... if I'm starting over every time,
- that's literally impossible. - Claudia.
You're not listening to me.
What we have, it's real, it's
I mean, it's magical.
You think I'm why you're stuck in this time loop?
No. I... Or yeah, maybe. I don't know.
It doesn't matter. The point is, Claudia,
whether I'm in a loop or out of it.
I want to spend forever with you.
Okay, dude, no.
I-I get that this is a whole romantic
thing for you, but for me,
this whole thing feels super fucked-up,
to be honest.
I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear,
but I need you to know I don't feel comfortable right now,
like, at all.
Wow.
There's no romantic moment that you can't ruin,
is there?
You know, this isn't the first time I told you I loved you,
but it's the first time I did it right.
I told you the whole truth, and look,
you still won't let me in.
It doesn't matter what I do, does it?
- Listen, dude... - You're lucky I'm nice.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. I'm kidding. Just kidding.
So, uh, what should we do?
Where you going? Okay.
Okay. I wish you could just see how much effort I put into it.
You don't even know.
Like, my name is Mark.
But just regular Mark, with a K.
I knew if I threw that C action in there,
you'd think of that lame story from seventh grade.
Do you honestly not see how fucked-up that is?
"Fucked-up"? What... I mean, what does that mean?
What are you saying? Like, "bad"?
As opposed to "good"? Let me tell you something.
You live one day a thousand times, your whole perspective
on the concept of good... "Look at me, I'm good"...
Isn't that just me selfishly trying to look
like I'm doing the right thing?
Except if you're trying to manipulate someone.
Then you're wielding some kind of power?
You're tricking someone either way.
And-and who even came up with the whole "all power is evil"?
If you think about it, I mean, what even is evil?
No, you're just so caught up in this whole worn-out value system
of good and bad, you can't really see...
Okay, enough with the freshman philosophy.
This isn't about a value system.
All we are is what we do,
so stop acting like a fucking creep.
Claudia, Claudia, Claudia, listen to me.
I know you can see through this to the truth, to the freedom
- that we both want. - No, no, no, no.
We-we want different freedoms.
You want the freedom to do
whatever you want without feeling judged.
I want freedom to not be harassed and-and menaced.
Menaced? What?
I-I know you're not trying to hurt me.
But if you could just take a step back and-and see it
- from my perspective. - What about from my perspective?
- Your perspective? - Yeah, what about all the days,
what about all the tries, all the effort?
I mean, I've learned things, Claudia.
I've changed... for you.
This is what I was trying to say earlier, about practice.
I wasn't, I wasn't there.
Not me. "Me" me, this me.
So you weren't practicing with me,
like in sports or play rehearsals.
You were practicing to do something to me,
like... a terrorist.
If you care about me like you say you care about me,
what am I missing?
Not philosophically. Personally.
I know for a fact that you've loved me.
That's it?
That's your whole thing? I-I've loved you?
- Yeah, you even said it once. - Even if I did,
y-you, you think you're owed it now?
- Come on... - No, really.
Y-You think, you-you managed to get a yes out of me once,
then, what, it-it's "no backsies" forever
from that point forward?
Obviously not what I'm saying.
I'm another human being, Mark.
- Well, sort of. - What does that mean?
Well, it's... Basically, you aren't even real.
I-I mean, you're real, but after today's over, I'll just have
another try and then another, and then everything
that happened here didn't happen here anymore.
So I guess you could say, in the realest sense, you aren't.
Think about what you're saying.
Claudia, do you think there's anything
that I haven't thought about?
If I'm not real,
then... I don't matter.
That could justify anything.
It could, couldn't it?
Here I was, getting all bent out of shape
because you rejected me again,
even though I did everything right.
But when I think about it, it's kind of a net win.
I mean, I've never gotten this far.
I gained a valuable insight to the whole thing.
You know, we don't have to waste the rest of this try.
Don't do anything stupid.
Okay.
I mean, think about it. What does it even matter?
I've lived this day a thousand times.
I mean, I'm probably never gonna stop living it.
So whatever I do to you, I mean, even if I killed you...
There'd just be another you here tomorrow
who doesn't even know about it.
Oh... just h-hold on. Um...
What about this me?
I mean, what we do is happening.
Just because you move on from it doesn't mean that it's not real.
Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore.
No, Mark, I ju
I said I don't want to have this conversation anymore, okay?
Can we change the subject?
Yeah. Know what?
Let's try something a little different this time.
Help!
- Help! Is anybody there? - Claudia...
Come on. No one can hear you back here.
- Help! - Ah, this place is like a maze.
- Help! - Boo.
You're so predictable.
Funny thing is, we've never done this before.
I just know you so well.
Whoa! No, no, no, no.
We've never gotten physical before.
Well, not like this.
Asshole!
Oh, no. Not my magical watch.
That's just my cheat sheet. What else you got?
Mark, you know this is wrong.
Yeah. I probably will feel pretty bad about this,
for about a hundred days or so.
What? You gonna run?
Run. But just know,
I'm gonna be chasing you down every single time.
Well, then
I'm just gonna have to kick your ass every single time.
What do you think you're gonna do?
I mean, I'm not saying I'm a god, necessarily,
but I've lived this day so many times
and in so many different ways, I'm pretty much
the puppe-fucking-teer of the universe.
I know you better than you know yourself.
So I guess the real question is,
what do you think you're gonna do?
I think I'm.
I'm gonna kick your ass back into yesterday.
Oh, okay. Well, you sound super confident about that.
Look, are you sure you don't want to just give up?
Right now? We could have a little fun?
- I mean, this doesn't have to be a fight. - Fuck you.
Yeah, I know, that's kind of what I was thinking.
Look, I'm a man, okay?
I know I'm not supposed to feel that, right?
I mean, I'm certainly not supposed to say it.
But the fact of the matter is, I am a man.
Men dominate. That's what we do.
We always have. Oh, my gosh.
I hope that doesn't trigger you or whatever.
But I guess you'll just be untriggered before you know it,
so, you know, I'm just gonna start doing
whatever the fuck I want, okay?
Who am I?
I'm the bad guy!
Ooh.
God, it's the only way you'll have me.
You don't have to do this.
Oh, I don't? Oh, thank God!
Look, this is what we're doing.
Tomorrow I'm gonna go back to being nice again.
But today?
Wah... wah...
We're doing this.
Come on, this is exciting.
This is my first time doing this, too.
I... it's unfair. I know you so well.
Tell you what, we'll make it interesting.
It you can land even one punch,
I will personally give you a thous...
Well, that's never gonna work...
Oh...
- Fuck! - Yeah. You done?
- Oh, God. - Took you how long to become a god?
- Oh, fuck... - Puppe-fucking-teer of the universe?
'Cause I just kicked your ass
on the first try, motherfucker.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Okay, we got him. Let's get him out of here.
Come on.
Get up.
What do you think you achieved?
Besides the obvious?
You're not gonna remember what happened here today.
But I will.
Look, as soon as I go to sleep tonight,
I'll be right back here with other yous.
Yous who don't know what you know now.
Yous who think that the...
Mes who what?
Yeah.
I think they're gonna be able to handle themselves.
Claudia King will, like most of us,
proceed directly to a lifetime of tomorrows,
leaving Mark Wheeler to spend an eternity
in a prison of his own design:
The inability, no matter how many tries he's given,
to see beyond himself.
An endless loop of solitary confinement here
in The Twilight Zone.
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