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I know you hear them too. I saw you talking to them.
No. They're real people, these are real people.
There's no such thing as real people.
- Harry, get out of there now! - [Harry coughing]
It's like a club, it's a club where we meet girls and they talk us through...
- no one understands Me, either. - no.
All night, they've been watching us and there's this one guy,
- he's the leader. He's the leader. - We're the same.
They're watching us. All night, they've been watching.
They can see you. They can see me.
No one understands what that's like.
There are a hundred who see through me,
standing at their government depots,
shouting what to think.
[Harry struggling to breathe]
Not any more.
- You too. - I don't want it.
- It's a state change. - I don't want it.
It's just a transition
and soon, they won't be there and we'll be free.
Please... Please... I don't want it.
You do.
You do.
Shh, shh, shh, shh...
- [Harry grunting frantically] - Shh, shh, shh. You do.
She murdered him?
A mercy killing, she'd say.
- So when Did you find out about this? - Hm?
I mean, when did you know that this had happened?
Uh... I saw it on a newscast, I think.
[Harry screaming, gurgling]
Wipe and destroy everything. OK? Everything. Now go.
[toy squeaks]
[toy clatters and plays loud music]
[trash clattering]
[woman] Matthew?
What's going on?
What are you doing?
So Claire... she was my wife.
She's British, you'd like her.
And I'm your wife, in fact.
[Matthew] Claire found out I was involved
and took what you might call a dim view.
She blocked me.
You ever been blocked?
I've had enough. Matthew, it's done.
- Stop it. Stop. - Not This time.
[Matthew] It drives you crazy.
- Why? Why? - Once they hit that button, that's it,
you're locked out. End of conversation. You can't hear or speak to them.
They can't hear or speak to you.
Every time you look at them, there's just this... anonymous shape.
It usually only lasts for what, like an hour.
But when they leave it going,
oh, shit.
Price of progress, I suppose.
[exhales deeply] We all got...
We all got Zed-Eyes put in, right.
Which is all fine and dandy until something like this happens
and then it's bullshit.
You can't even take them out.
Packet gravy.
How British.
Merry Christmas.
Now we're festive. Huh?
To Christmas!
Anyway, she left me, took custody of Mel, that's our daughter.
Hence, stranding me in this lovely place.
I didn't want to be surrounded by reminders.
[door slams shut]
- What? - Did you hear that?
Hear what?
Well, anyway, I'm glad we're talking.
Silence can be oppressive. You think weird shit in a vacuum, huh?
I mean, you feel better, right? Communicating?
Talking to me, finally?
A little bit, maybe. Yeah.
[laughs] Man, you are a locked box.
I mean, that's a good thing.
Most people are too easy to read, especially if you know minds.
Using party tricks to pick up girls isn't "knowing minds."
The picking up girls thing was a hobby.
My job was completely different.
You'll never guess what that was.
- Marketing person? - no.
- Door-to-Door salesman? - Please.
Proctologist?
- You're never going to get it. - I'm not going to try.
All right. Let's make it a game.
I'll describe to you...
...my day at work, and you stop me when you've guessed it.
[man on TV] The extreme weather has hit sales hard this Christmas.
Five inches of snow...
[woman thinking] That's going to wreck my portfolio just when I need it.
[sighs]
Don't know what I'm going to do about that.
Oh, God, more messages. I'll never clear this inbox.
Sorry. Constant bloody admin.
Just time for a little snack.
I can eat before an operation?