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(unknown items rattling and thudding)
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■ When your house catch fire ■
■ But there ain't no water around ■
(static ringing and buzzing)
(soft tense music)
(soft tense music continues)
(handcuff clanking)
(soft tense music continues)
(Grayson breathing shakily)
(Grayson continues breathing shakily)
(soft eerie music)
(eerie shrill music)
- Hello.
(electronic monitor chirps)
(soft tense music)
(person speaking in Korean)
No, no, no, no. English.
English. I'm an American.
I can't understand whatever you're saying.
(video device trills)
Uh.
Okay.
(metal chair scraping)
I need to speak English. I can't understand you.
I'm an American. You understand?
A-mer-ican.
- I understand American.
I'm Dr. Sung Moon.
And your name?
- I don't.
- Ah, this ellipsis, we shall call, it is to be expected.
You are Mr. Grayson Lee, formerly of America.
- I remember that.
Now wait, formally?
- Yes, I am sorry to report that you are far from it, sir.
Enamel plains and alabaster cities.
- But how did I get here?
- I am here to help with these questions
and others that will inevitably arise.
I'm afraid that you may find
some of the answers unfortunate.
(button whooshes)
- Why am I in here like a criminal?
- I'm very much afraid that you are a criminal, Mr. Lee.
- What?
- You've been arrested and tried and found guilty.
- Tried. What are you talking about, tried?
What trial? What?
- You heen sentenced, and in eight hours time
that sentence will be executed.
You will be executed, Mr. Lee.
(tense music)
Your sentence is death.
(soft solemn music) (timer clicking)
This will happen at 12:00 AM.
We refer to this moment as the midnight summons.
Some appreciate the poetry of the term.
- No.
- No?
Perhaps you're not a fan of poetry?
- No, not, no.
This is, I wanna see a lawyer from the embassy.
You can't do this, I'm...
I'm Grayson. I'm Grayson Lee.
I live in Philadelphia and only I have a wife.
- And what is her name?
- Jane.
- Jane. His wife.
(tense music)
I'm real. I'm a real person.
You can't do this to somebody who's real, right?
I have a dog. I'm a real person!
I understand that this is unpleasant
to served, if I may say, of unpleasant information,
but your protests are quite pointless, quite too late.
- My government...
You can't do this.
- Sir Lee, I can do nothing but.
This is my purpose.
Please listen.
What I have to say is of considerable import.
From now until the appointed time-
- Get me a lawyer!
- I will be your periodic companion.
During this time, we will complete a ceremony.
It comprises of eight steps.
- What's ceremony? What are you talking about?
- The ceremony will help you acknowledge your crime,
admit your guilt, and accept your fate.
The process has a great and gradual beauty to it.
The closest English word is I think, awful.
(tense music)
- What?
- We have now completed the first step of the ceremony.
This step we call: The Gate of Joyous Wisdom.
(dramatic tense music)
- You're insane.
- This is insane. I wanna speak to somebody else.
- There is no one else.
For now, there is only Grayson Lee and Dr. Sung Moon,
and we shall have to make the best of it.
But this doesn't make any sense, I-
- How did I get here?
Why am I in here like a criminal?
I've answered your third question.
In answer to your second,
I bid you what I now realize is a somewhat overdue welcome
to the Democratic People's Republic of Korea.
I hope your stay, though brief, will be enlightening.
(tense dramatic music)
- North Korea. How did I end up in North Korea?
- This was quite sensibly your first question.
However, it was the most difficult one for me to answer.
Much work lies ahead.
- No, no, no, no, no! No!
(video monitor trills)
Wait, wait! Come back!
Come back!
(dramatic mysterious music)
(dramatic mysterious music continues)
Let me out!
I'm an American! I have rights!
You know I have rights!
Let me out.
(speaker button dings)
Come on.
(Grayson breathing heavily)
(foot tapping)
You can put in a steel toilet.
I've got your gate of joyous wisdom right here.
(Grayson whistling)
(urine trickling)
All right. Now I can concentrate.
(tense music)
(light buzzing)
(soft tense music)
Huh.
Not metal, just silver plastic.
Aesthetically consistent though.
(chair clanking)
(door knocking)
Dr. Moon!
(door knocking)
(door handle rattling)
(metal clanking)
What the?
(gunshot bangs)
(tense dramatic music)
Is anybody there?
Did they give you a toilet?
(table and chair scraping)
(soft tense music)
Come on.
(soft tense music continues)
(Grayson breathing shakily)
(pants rustling)
(soft tense music)
(items clanking)
(gentle music)
(soft tense music)
(lighter clinking)
(handcuff rattling)
Fuck.
(soft tense music)
(soft tense music continues)
(chair scraping)
(soft tense music)
(distant people speaking in Korean)
(soft tense music continues)
(dramatic music) (clock ticking)
(light buzzing) (soft tense music)
(dramatic tense music)
- [Dr. Moon] It is said that the devil plays for men's soul.
- What did you do to me?
You injected me with something, somebody did!
Is that why I can't remember. What is this?
- Mr. Lee, your soul is in play at this moment.
This life will end.
It is regrettable, but it cannot be avoided.
There's an order to things,
magnificent and sinister in equal measures.
However...
- However...
- However, if you'll sit at the devil's table
and make that terrible wager
and if luck and skill are on your side,
then perhaps there's a chance at another life
after this one.
- Is this some kind of Korean church thing?
(Dr. Moon chuckles)
- It surely is not.
- Okay, so who are you and what are you talking about?
- Your soul, Mr. Lee.
- Okay, so you want me to admit something? Is that it?
Confess for the sake of my soul?
Well, sorry, Doc, I can't remember what I did or didn't do.
I can't remember how I got here.
- To understand why you are here,
you must first know what you did.
(dramatic music)
- 10 comes before 20, Doc.
- Indeed, your thinking is still decidedly linear.
That will change.
But for the moment, we will accommodate you.
Yes, if you are ready, Mr. Lee, I will show you what you did
and why this life will end at midnight.
Please, Mr. Lee, have a seat.
Please, Mr. Lee,
what I have to show you is distasteful.
Weakness in the knees would not be unwanted.
- This better be good.
(chair clanking)
(soft tense music)
(lively music) (people grunting)
That could be anyone.
This doesn't prove anything. It could be anyone.
(indistinct)
Throw your bags out the window.
■ When you hear the clock a-tickin ■
■ And your time is running out ■
(Grayson laughs)
■ When that big old clock is tickin' ■
(Grayson laughing maniacally)
That, that can be, that can't be me.
- It is.
- No, I was drugged. There's a needle mark on my arm.
- I cannot see a needle mark.
I do see other marks.
- Nah, I was drugged, I'm not...
I can't be responsible for that.
- Responsibility has been decided
by an authority far greater tonight.
- No.
No.
(Grayson groans)
(soft tense music)
(Grayson groaning)
(tense mysterious music)
(Grayson groaning)
(tense mysterious music continues)
(dramatic music) (clock ticking)
What?
- Ah, you are back.
- Wait, you can hear me without the intercom?
- We have begun the third stage of the ceremony, Mr. Lee,
the need for such petty deceptions is behind us.
- A third stage. - Indeed.
Please look under the table.
- I don't get it. - I've been imprecise.
Please look on the underside of the table.
(tense music) (chair clanking)
- Are you serious?
My temperament and profession.
- What is this?
- It is a choice, Mr. Lee.
It is loaded with a single round in the chamber.
- I don't...
- Mr. Lee.
Everything in the room is bulletproof.
Everything that is, except you.
So you may leave or stay and continue the ceremony.
It is a choice.
(monitor trills)
(tense music)
(light buzzing) (power whooshing off)
(dramatic music)
(clock ticking)
(dramatic music)
(chair clanking)
- The hell.
(distant people speaking in Korean)
(chair scraping and clanking)
(distant people whispering in Korean)
(gun clicks)
Hey, Dr. Moon.
Can you hear me?
Yeah, you can hear me.
You wanna know when to come in,
collect the body, hose out the cell?
Hell of a job you got here, Doc.
How long have you been a interrogator,
torturer, whatever you are?
I mean, what do you even study for a position like that?
Is that like a community college thing? Vocational school?
Jesus.
North Korea.
Must be one of those back of the matchbook jobs, right?
Send you away for diploma.
Is there a Mrs. Dr. Moon, kids, pets?
You know, I take your for guinea pig kinda guy.
Favorite movies, books?
Are you even allowed to read books in here?
(soft tense music)
I like to say something about myself,
but I literally don't know what to say.
(soft tense music continues)
Dr. Moon, can you hear me?
Hello?
(footsteps tapping)
Dr. Moon.
Hello. Hello!
Dr. Moon, is that you? Help!
(power whooshes down)
(tense music)
(Grayson screams)
Let me out!
(tense music)
(chair scraping)
(lighter flickers)
What?
(lighter flickers)
(dramatic tense music)
(lighter flickers) (dramatic tense music)
(Grayson screams)
One more.
(flame whooshes)
(light buzzing)
(gentle music)
(lighter clinks)
(gentle music continues)
- [Dr. Moon] Some things need darkness to grow.
(monitor trills)
The choice is made.
The ceremony continues.
You'll notice we have given you another gift,
a common thing perhaps, easily overlooked and yet-
- I'm an American.
- And so far such distinctions have meaning.
I do not disagree.
- I have rights.
- You cling to the dreams of another life, Mr. Lee,
you have passed the dark night, but the light has returned.
You would do well too. Wipe the sleep from your eyes.
- I won't be imprisoned. - You have been imprisoned.
- I want my freedom.
- And you shall have it, Mr. Lee.
- You shall have it.
In fact, freedom is the object listed
of the gift in front of you.
In this country, Mr. Lee, hunger is rampant.
Not officially, of course.
One must learn to hold
contradictory notions carefully balanced.
If any representative of the Supreme People's Assembly
heard me admit it, even suggest it,
the penalties would be most harsh.
And yet, it is true.
People eat grass.
I've eaten grass myself, Mr. Lee.
It is not a desirable diet.
It is difficult to digest
and offers little in the way of nutrition.
Conversely, it contains much silica
which is abrasive and quickly wears down the teeth.
It is an all too common condition in this country.
Quite unpleasant to behold,
particularly in women and children.
We call it the hungry smile.
I myself enjoy state sponsored dental care
and I have not gone hungry in many years.
But when I did hunger, there was the grass.
It costs nothing and it grows everywhere.
In fact, where death is most rampant,
the grass grows thickest.
I will tell you this, Mr. Lee,
no grass tastes sweeter than that which grows in a cemetery.
If you will eat grass, you need call no man your master.
Freedom is a green thing. Mr. Lee.
(gentle mysterious music)
(monitor trills)
(dramatic music)
(soft tense music)
(dramatic music) (clock ticking)
- You try the dog for a while?
(Grayson spits)
I'll never be that hungry.
(tense music) (chair clanking)
- [Dr. Moon] To leave?
Whatever are you doing Mr. Lee,
this is inadvisable, Mr. Lee,
(soft tense music)
I have not always held this position.
You asked while it was dark.
(tense music)
I did not choose it. It was a calling.
It would not be inaccurate to say.
Had you met me even very recently,
you would've met an entirely different man.
I have no wife or partner or equal.
I am, I suppose in the American turn of phrase,
married to my work.
I have children, many children spread wide across the world.
Yet I'm a child myself, Mr. Lee, do you understand?
I'm an infant only hours old, still wet,
even so, my favorite books are decades out of print.
Don't fight it, Grayson. Fighting it makes it so much worse.
- Nice try.
Let's see how bulletproof this room really is.
(gun bangs)
(Grayson groans)
(people speaking in Korean)
(tense music) (Grayson breathing heavily)
(Grayson grunting)
(grass pot clanking)
(Grayson screams)
(soft tense music)
(tense music)
(Grayson breathing heavily)
(Grayson continues breathing heavily)
(chair clanking) (tense music)
(tense music continues) (key rattling)
(door rattles open)
(chair clanking)
(indistinct)
(chair scraping)
(tense music) (key jiggling)
(Grayson breathing heavily)
(dramatic ominous music) (clock ticking)
(monitor trills)
- I did warn you Mr. Lee, that your course
of action was inadvisable.
Man's worst injuries are often self-inflicted.
- I need a doctor. - And here I am, Mr. Lee.
- You know what I mean. - Forgive me, Mr. Lee,
one finds so few opportunities for humor.
You will have medical attention. It has been seen to.
- Where are they?
When are they coming?
- That is entirely up to you. Mr. Lee.
- What?
- I suggest you take a seat, Mr. Lee.
- Blood loss such as you are experiencing
leads inevitably to lightheadedness.
If you do not sit, you may fall.
You asked earlier, Mr. Lee, how you came to be here.
The time has come to answer that question.
- So?
- In your situation, some confusion is to be expected.
Memory may be muddled, opaque at first,
but that time has passed.
Mr. Lee, I have been scrupulously
honest with you thus far.
Brutally so, some might say.
The success of the ceremony depends on it.
- What do you want from me?
- I would like you to extend me the same courtesy.
- What?
- The story of how you came to be here is not mine to tell.
It is yours.
- I told you, I don't remember anything.
I told you.
- Mr. Lee, this ruse is costing you time and blood.
- Okay. I had to leave the states.
- And why was that? - I was wanted.
- By whom? - The FBI.
- And why was that?
- They traced some stuff back to me or at least close to me.
Too close.
I thought I'd covered my tracks, but...
- And what was it that they traced back to,
your general vicinity?
- It was nothing, just an exploit.
Not even a very original one.
Just a few thousand credit card accounts. It was nothing.
- There is more to tell. Is there not?
Surely the exploit was not all there was to your exploits.
- Okay. There was a virus too.
- A virus. Fascinating.
- I left it behind deed holes
so they couldn't tell which hole I came through.
It's like when you look at slice with cheese,
which hole came first?
- I see. And this had unintended consequences?
- Some other hackers noticed the holes.
- Some. (computer trills)
- Maybe a lot.
Who knows?
- Perhaps someone drew their attention to these breaches.
Perhaps you? - Perhaps.
- So your crime facilitated theirs.
- Technically.
- And unlike your initial theft, theirs were not nothing.
- Listen, maybe a few billion in the end,
but it's all just numbers.
You know? None of it's real.
- And yet you ran.
- I think doesn't have to be real to be dangerous, Doc.
- And when a cyber villain, if I may use such a term,
must flee his country,
how does he arrange such a thing?
- There are ways.
- And which way did you choose?
- The dark net.
- You don't have to go to get your passport and stuff,
but it's quicker. - Time being of the essence.
- Yeah.
- And however did you support yourself once abroad?
I was headhunted by Hacker Collective.
The Seven Eyed Goddess.
But you already know about them, don't you?
Come on, Doc.
Because the Seven Eyed Goddess is just a front
for Bureau 121, North Korea Cyber Warfare Agency.
- There are things that are known, Mr. Lee,
and then there are things that are officially known.
- Like the taste of grass.
- It gratifies me that you've been listening.
- So here's one thing that I know officially.
I never came to North Korea.
- How were you recruited Mr. Lee, by the Seven Eyed Goddess?
- I did an initiation hack for them.
- An initiation in spite of your reputation.
- Well, people don't pay for reputation, Doc.
It was a house guest. - A house guest.
- Just a little routine to track
and rear out international transmissions.
So they go where you want. - International transmissions.
- Emails, calls, texts, Swiss bank account transfers.
- Ah. - It's hard to break in,
but when people dial in with the right information codes
and passwords, they open the door.
Then all you have to do is walk in.
When they close the door again, you're already inside.
- And that struck you as acceptable.
- God, it was just a job.
- And what does this tell us about you, Mr. Lee?
- What?
- Some actions, some decisions are revelatory of character.
I think your time is running short.
(tinnitus ringing) (Dr. Moon speaks indistinctly)
The Seven Eyed Goddess was (indistinct),
but your recruitment to the People's Bureau
was itself a masquerade,
a dark net within the dark net, if you will.
A routine for profile potential recruits (indistinct).
(tense mysterious music) (Grayson groaning)
We are all ensnared in the net.
Too fast and too dark to say.
It is a net woven from national...
(Dr. Moon speaking indistinctly)
Together, we will cut that net, Mr. Lee
(blood sloshing) (key dings)
(dramatic music)
(person speaking in Korean)
(gentle music)
(medical device beeping)
(medical personnel speaking in Korean)
In isolated instances, they determine suicide,
for instance, they have their uses.
Irrigate please.
But nonetheless, an insane self-perpetuating idea
sold at an astonishing markup.
The only protection against a gun is another gun.
The only answer to the problem of guns is more guns.
For every bullet fired, a thousand more are sold.
It's good for business but terribly inefficient,
terribly unreliable.
I take the art of killing too seriously to ever use a gun.
- I...
Can I see?
(medical device beeping)
Crazy.
Okay, that's enough.
(bullet clanks)
(Dr. Moon speaking in Korean)
Hey, I understood that.
I can understand Korean.
(dramatic music)
(Dr. Moon speaks in Korean)
- Mr. Lee.
(Dr. Moon speaks in Korean)
(both speaking in Korean)
(both continue speaking in Korean)
- Is he ready?
- He is.
(mysterious ritual music)
- I am not Dr. Sung Moon. - I understand.
- I am Dr. Sung Moon. - I understand.
- He stands above us. - Yes.
- He is celestial. - He is.
- The earth is flat
and he's the firmament from which it hangs.
- Or falls - At his whim.
- We exist at his whim. - We act in his name.
- We act in his name.
(mysterious ritual music)
(air whooshing)
(chime dings)
(lively lounge music)
(lively lounge music continues)
- Are you gonna eat that?
It's gonna get cold.
- Nothing worse than cold- - Balls.
What were we doing tonight?
- You mean like plans? Like after dinner?
- No, like before.
- Grayson.
- Yeah?
- Did you take one of those gummies?
Because they're supposed to be indicas,
but you're a little bit spacey.
- I, maybe.
- We should at least be hungry then.
- Yeah. I don't know.
Is it too late for dinner?
(lively lounge music)
Or is it early?
- Oh babe, you are all the way out of it.
Okay.
Come on
(lively lounge music)
This way.
Come on.
(Grayson chuckles)
Oh, okay, yeah. (laughs)
We should just go to that dispensary.
Can't trust that delivery guy's stuff.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Just do things a legal way.
The easy way. That'd be nice.
- Oh babe, too Dandra Bell, huh?
Lemme get you some water.
Your mother called by the way.
(partner speaks in foreign language)
- What?
- What, what?
- Wait, why would you say that?
- Here, you'll feel better.
Slow. Gonna get an ice cream headache.
- Wait, why did you say that?
(door knocking) (people laughing)
- Those kids again, where are their parents?
Would you take a look?
- Take a look? - Make sure they're gone.
They could still be hanging around out there.
(soft tense music)
This used to be a nice building.
(partner speaking in foreign language)
(soft tense music)
Can you see them?
- Can't see anything. - They're not there?
- Can't see anything at all. It's just white.
(soft tense music)
- Maybe they papered over it.
- Yeah, I don't know.
- Whatever.
As long as they're gone.
- Yeah, I think they are.
- So we're alone?
- Just the two of us. - Good.
Just the two of us is good.
(soft mysterious music)
(partner laughS)
- What's so funny?
- Nothing worse. - Jane.
- Jane, Jane, Jane.
(Grayson groans)
Seriously, Jane?
- That's the best you could come up with, Jane?
- Jane, what the fuck? - Good question.
What's my last name, Grayson. What's my last name?
- Lee.
Jane Lee. You're my wife.
(door knocking)
- Answer it!
(Grayson breathes shakily) (tense music)
(tense music continues)
Jane.
- It's gonna get cold.
(Jane speaks in foreign language)
(Jane laughs)
(dramatic music)
(Grayson breathing heavily)
- Good.
Good drugs.
Hi there. I missed you.
Let's not leave you idle.
That was playground and all.
(mysterious music)
(tense music)
(ominous music)
Maybe I quit.
(tense music)
(chair clanking)
(table scraping)
I thought so.
(Grayson whistling)
- Dr. Moon] I believe it's time
we got to know one another better.
What are you doing, Mr. Lee?
■ The house catch fire ■
■ But there ain't no water around ■
■ Throw you bags outta the window ■
■ Let the doggone shack burn down ■
I would ask again, what are you doing?
But I suspect I would not get an answer.
- Well, you suspect correctly.
- Very well. We will continue as if nothing happens.
- Never leave a hacker alone with electronics, Dr. Moon.
- We were interrupted, Mr. Lee.
- This is- - As I was saying,
it's time we got to know one another better.
- The wrong side.
- I feel a direct approach
may be somewhat less than fruitful
and I feel I may not have your undivided attention.
So I propose that we, how would your culture put it,
gamify the process.
I will speak a single word and you shall respond likewise.
Do not consider. Simply respond.
- Wait, you wanna play word association?
- Indeed. - Crazy.
- And so we have begun. - Jesus, okay, whatever.
- Room.
- Leave.
- [Dr. Moon] Screen. - Share.
- Share. - Donate.
- [Dr. Moon] Prime.
- Battery.
- Plan.
- Secret.
- [Dr. Moon] Walk
- Steps.
- [Dr. Moon] Trip.
- Wire.
- [Dr. Moon] Mother.
- What?
- No interrogatives, please. Mother.
(earth crunching)
- Visitation.
- [Dr. Moon] History.
- Search.
- [Dr. Moon] Repetition. - Progress.
- [Dr. Moon] Doom.
(dramatic music) (clock ticking)
- Room.
- [Dr. Moon] Next.
- Ugh.
- [Dr. Moon] Next.
- Think, think, think, think.
- [Dr. Moon] Next.
- Think, think, think.
- [Dr. Moon] Battle. - Woods.
- [Dr. Moon] Star.
- Navigate.
- [Dr. Moon] Stripe.
- Uh, flag.
- [Dr. Moon] Yellow.
- Feral.
- [Dr. Moon] Green.
- Go.
- [Dr. Moon] Home.
Home.
- Run.
- [Dr. Moon] Test.
- Cheat.
- [Dr. Moon] Wall.
(pencil clanking)
- Tunnel.
(pencil clanking)
- [Dr. Moon] Minutes.
- Seconds.
- [Dr. Moon] Private.
- Yep.
- [Dr. Moon] Mr. Lee.
(door slams shut)
Hand.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go. (dial tone ringing)
Come on!
- [Dr. Moon] Hand.
- [Operator] United States Department of State,
what's your emergency?
- Yes!
Yes, yes. Please listen.
My name's Grayson Lee, I'm an American.
- [Computer Announcer] Control.
- I'm wanted by the FB. I'm a fugitive.
Okay, you can check that. Please just check that.
I wanna surrender, okay?
But my battery's about to die
Okay, this is real. This is fucking real.
- [Computer Announcer] Control.
Do you have a pen or something? Can you write them down?
- [Operator] Yeah. Okay, go ahead.
- Mr. Lee.
- 38.924561.
- [Dr. Moon] What are you doing, Mr. Lee?
- Dash, 77.0751569.
- [Operator] Do you know where you are?
- He said North Korea, but I never...
It can't be.
- [Operator] You're not in North Korea.
- I knew it! I knew it.
Okay, please send help, please.
Okay, I'm not crazy. This is real.
They're gonna execute me in,
Jesus, half an hour.
- I would ask again. What are you doing?
- [Operator] Your battery's low?
- Yeah, it's about to- - Okay, hang up.
We have your number, help is on the way.
- Really?
- [Operator] Yes, really.
We're minutes away.
We'll call you back when we're close.
Save your battery.
- Okay.
Okay, thank you. Thank you.
(Grayson breathing in relief)
(Grayson laughs)
■ When your house catch fire ■
■ But there ain't no water around ■
■ When flames keep a-leakin' ■
■ And there ain't no one around ■
■ Throw your bags out the window ■
■ Let the doggone shack burn down ■
- [Dr. Moon] Mr. Lee.
The game is not yet over, Mr. Lee.
- I'm done playing.
- But there's still so much time,
if you'll pardon the expression, to kill.
Too long surely for an American to sit in silence.
Come now, for fun.
- Fun. Sure.
Okay, Dr. Moon, here I am now.
Entertain me.
- Excellent.
Now where was I before we were interrupted?
Ah, body.
- Soul.
- [Dr. Moon] Mind.
- Game.
- [Dr. Moon] Grave.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Wound.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Body.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Invitation.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Marriage.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Season.
- Open!
- [Dr. Moon] Question.
- Open!
(dramatic music)
- [Dr. Moon] Door.
- I'm here! I'm the one who called!
Don't shoot!
Okay, I'm not resisting, don't shoot!
I'm coming out, don't shoot!
(dramatic music)
(toy police car siren blaring) (toy police car whooshing)
(toy police car siren blaring continues)
(phone ringing)
- [Dr. Moon] Eyes.
- Open.
- [Dr. Moon] Indeed.
I congratulate you, Mr. Lee.
- Congratulate?
- On the effectiveness of your initiation hack, Mr. Lee.
- International transmissions tracked and rerouted.
That wondrous technology
and all you could think to do with it was steal money.
- They said I'm not in North Korea.
- Mr. Lee, not to be trite, but North Korea is not a state.
It is a state of mind.
Anywhere, a room like this exists in North Korea
or East Germany or Guantanamo or Airstrip One.
Such philosophies are quite portable.
Now please return to the other room.
We have much left to discuss.
As we both know, your battery is almost...
(toy police car siren blaring)
(clock ticking)
(soft tense music) (clock ticking continues)
- I don't know what they did with the chair.
- [Dr. Moon] Mr. Lee.
- Yeah.
- Might we at this late juncture
address one another face to face?
- Yeah, sure.
- Much better, Mr. Lee. Much better.
Tell me, Mr. Lee, have you ever heard of an area of London
referred to as Limehouse?
- No.
Why don't you tell me about it?
(dramatic music)
- Starting with the remedial,
Limehouse is a district of East London
on the Northern Bank of the Thames.
Have you ever visited London?
Ah, it is lovely.
I've been there often and will return soon.
However, Limehouse upstream of Couple's Point,
which I mentioned merely for its amusing name,
not because I imagine it provides you
with any point of reference,
Limehouse encompasses London's
former Chinatown in Pennyfield.
Around the turn of the last century,
Limehouse figured in many works of literature,
some factual, other fantastic,
lurid descriptions of opium dens,
men skilled in strange martial arts,
inscrutable villains, in the modern sense of the term.
In the popular imagination,
the area became synonymous with Asian crime.
Mr. Lee.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
- Sorry, I was...
I don't know.
- No apologies necessary.
It's to be expected at this late stage
and you missed nothing material.
I was only just coming to my point.
- Okay.
Limehouse took its name from the lime kilns
located in the area which were used to produce quicklime,
a key ingredient in concrete.
(mysterious tense music)
It would not be overstating the matter to say
that Limehouse poured the foundations of the modern world.
Of course, quicklime has other uses.
It is highly corrosive to organic men.
It is often used to destroy bodies, to erase men,
just as we have erased recently.
(tense shrill music) (Grayson groans)
- What do you mean erased? I'm still here.
- Ah, but no longer Grayson Lee. No longer a man at all.
(tense music)
- So what am I? - An incubator.
(Grayson screams and groans)
- What?
- You will recall perhaps the mark on your inner arm.
- What?
- The hole hardly seems big enough to swallow a man,
doesn't it?
And yet, and yet-
- What are you talking about?
- My tiny allies, the bacilli,
crossbred with fungus,
a strain of ophiocordyceps unilateralis.
Are you familiar with it?
They call it the zombie fungus.
It infects ants.
It alters their behavioral pattern
to suit its own lifecycle.
The ant abandons its colony,
drawn quite against its instinct
to habitats favorable to the fungus,
which grows until it erupts from the ant's head
and spore late in spike.
And still, the ant obeys,
climbing to spread the infection to new hosts.
That urge to climb persists in our strain.
If you feel the surge to climb hills
or staircases or furniture, do not try to fight it.
You will not be able to.
- Jesus Christ. What is this?
- The bacillus is far less exotic.
Although generally considered long since eradicated,
any immunity long since faded
and the results of this arranged marriage
are nothing short of sublime.
- Why can't you just talk like a real person?
- You are incubating a truly terrifying biological weapon.
Is that plainly put enough for you?
(soft tense music)
Unfortunately, when injected,
the pathogen causes a psychotic reaction
and temporary amnesia.
- Am I going to- - Die?
Yes, of course.
I believe that was one of the first things I told you
when you awoke.
What I neglected to mention
was how much company you would have.
But there is much left to explain before then.
- Help me, please!
(lively music)
What is that? What, what are you doing?
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- [Dr. Moon] The period of unconsciousness
is merciful, but brief.
Then the psychotic reaction.
(lively music)
(medical cart rattling)
Unseemly, he will not be missed.
And well, you've seen the rest.
You, you did this to me.
- A series of events took place.
Agency is difficult to assign.
- You made me a murderer! You!
You, you have the antidote, right?
That's what this is about, right?
I, I, I do some, some, some hack or something or whatever
and you gimme the antidote?
You got it.
You want leverage? You got it.
I'll do it. Fine, whatever.
You win.
- Mr. Lee, what possible point would there be
to engineering an apocalyptic biological weapon
with an antidote?
(soft tense music)
No.
- What if- - I have played my part.
Nothing more will be allowed.
Nothing less would be thinkable.
You too will play your part.
- What now?
- During incubation of the fungal component of the pathogen,
the subject- - Me.
- (sighs) Let us say the subject.
Identity will only cloud our thinking now.
During fungal incubation,
the subject becomes increasingly suggestible,
even programmable if given a series
of oblique instructions.
But programming sounds so cold.
We prefer the term ceremony.
- No.
- First, we remove you from any familiar surroundings.
The mind does not contain memories. It is memories.
And so we will make you doubt memories,
yourself, your sanity.
We introduce a period of darkness
to accelerate the pathogen's growth.
Simultaneously, we remove unworthy subjects.
Happily, you proved worthy.
We recalibrate your language centers.
Mind, game, grave. Open.
- Open.
- And finally, we reveal to you
your new prosthetic personality,
the truth and grandeur of your mission.
- Prosthetic?
- Prosthetic, yes.
Since the previous personality will be amputated,
save certain key memories,
what is left of you will reside there.
I hope for your sake that your memories are pleasant.
(soft tense music)
- What?
What will be left?
- Very little.
Beliefs, ideals, habits. All these go.
(soft tense music)
The ceremony is nearly complete.
(soft tense music)
(soft tense music continues)
(Grayson speaks in foreign language)
- Ski-pper.
(soft tense music continues)
How long will the incubation take?
- Eight hours for the fungus
and another rate for the bacillus.
(tense music)
- You too?
- I as well.
Me too.
(dramatic music)
- Who were you?
- I recall only fragments, only what is necessary,
and what I was hardly matters.
Even given a different situation, the past is irretrievable.
- 20 go to 10. It's basic.
When you're inside of a loop, it looks like a straight path.
- Ah, yes.
As I suggested earlier,
linear thinking can carry you only so far
in a situation such as this.
Success in circuit lies.
And now, it is nearly time for me to share Dr. Moon's gift
with the world.
For as you must have guessed by now, I am not Dr. Sung Moon.
(mysterious ritual music)
- I understand.
- He stands above us. - Yes.
- He is celestial.
- There is no other word for it.
- The earth is flat and he's the firmament
by which it hangs. - Or falls.
- At his whim. - We exist at his whim.
- We act in his name.
- I am the vessel. - He fills me.
- He is the vessel. - I am poured out.
- Now this life ends.
Now there is only the midnight summons
and the will of Dr. Sung Moon.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic ritual music)
(Grayson groaning)
(dramatic ritual music continues)
(clock ticking)
(dramatic music)
(Grayson groaning and breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- There's a way in. There's a way out.
(tense music continues)
(toy police car siren blaring)
Hospitals, they can help us.
(limestone brick thuds)
(Grayson breathing heavily)
(toy police car siren blaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(door creaking)
(toy police car siren blaring)
(soft mysterious music)
(soft mysterious music continues)
Whatever must one do, I wonder,
to warrant intervention by a toy robot.
(toy police car siren blaring)
(air whooshing)
(tense music)
(Grayson breathing shakily)
(door creaks open)
I'm not in North Korea. I'm not.
(dramatic tense music)
I'm not in North Korea. I'm not.
(dramatic tense music)
(Grayson breathing in relief)
(mysterious shrill music)
(collar rattling)
Ski...
(tense dramatic music)
I'm not, I'm not in North Korea.
I'm not.
(tense dramatic music)
(tense music)
- Hello?
What is this place?
(handcuff rattling)
Can somebody help me?
(new subject breathing heavily)
(monitor trills)
(tense dramatic music)
(lively slow-paced music)
(lively slow-paced music continues)
■ When your house catch fire ■
■ But there ain't no water around ■
(lively slow-paced music continues)
■ When you feel those flames a-lickin' ■
■ And there ain't no one around ■
(lively slow-paced music continues)
■ Throw your bags out of the window ■
■ Let the doggone shack burn down ■
(lively slow-paced music continues)
■ When you hear that clock a-tickin' ■
■ And your time is running out ■
(lively slow-paced music continues)
■ When that big old clock is tickin' ■
■ And your time is running out ■
(lively slow-paced music continues)