Chapter Three: Open the Door | Sagas of Sundry: Madness

There's no one like you, and there never will be. From the producer of Bohemian Rhapsody, there are many legends, but there is only one. Michael in IMAX and Cinema's Wednesday, April 22. Isn't life grande? And making it better just got easier with Starbucks' new protein cold foam. A little something, something to take your favorite drinks up a notch with 15 grams of extra protein. Bring your usual iced caramel latte into a smooth iced caramel protein latte. Add a delicious swale on top of your drink, just like that. Protein never tasted so good with Starbucks' new protein cold foam. Subject to availability while stocks last. Once you insert the key, unlock the lock, lift the lid. You must accept what springs forth from the box. The box didn't have to be opened. You chose to open it. You chose, and for every choice there is a consequence. The cost may be high, but let us be clear, my darlings. You chose. Our tenance descent into insanity has begun. The key has been turned. The box has been opened. The choice has been made and all. There will be such consequences. These are the sagas of sundry. I am Mr. Ren, and there will be madness. Our journey should begin with Fenley's rooftop suare. Huzzah. Jude, you look like a great candidate for coming in. Hey, my name is Fenley. Jude. Like the Beatles song. Something like that. Abigail, why don't you arrive next? You decided to come, I guess. Oh, you guys know each other? You could say that. I did. Say that. Selena, why don't you come in next? Hey, hello. You seem really nice and everything. I'm not here for the party, really. Oh, I'm Fenley just for future reference if you need to yell at me or something. Selena. Bammit Markham, you step up. Oh, hi. Hi. Is this cool? I mean, I found this in my hall. Absolutely, you're in the right place. Man, I have never seen a flyer work so well. Right? I'm so impressed. Let me know if you want to bounce. I give this like 15 more minutes before my tolerance starts to go. They start walking towards the door when suddenly you hear the, as the door kicks open and you see the landlords come straight up. Who did it? Whoa, whoa. Who did that? Somebody screwed with the walls. He pulls a gun out. It's a six shooter revolver. Did anybody know anything? Hey, hey, hey. I did. What did you do? There was a ticking. There was a ticking noise. Was it ticking? What was the ticking? I sketched it. I was just going to calm down. He puts the gun down every so like there might still be time and he runs and he storms down the hallway. So as you all make your way down to the second floor of the building, you see the landlord leaning against one of the rails. He starts to roll back as the final thing he says to the skies above, keep it on as he tumbles backwards off of the banister. No. And you watch as he spirals down. Holy shit. Oh, loud crunch. Oh my God. And then you hear a knock at the door. Fenley, as you open the door, you see several police officers standing in front of you. Sir, we've heard that there's a disturbance. Yes, there's been a disturbance. Hello, everyone. Welcome to madness. So when we left you, Fenley came down to go and answer the front door. Did anybody go with him? I went down to the bottom to try and maybe look at the body before being stopped. As you came down to look at the body, splayed out before you, you noticed something as he fell. He embraced his fall, one of the many side stands that exist in the mailroom in which people have been putting junk mail on for years and years and years. Something fell out of it. A box. Do you want it? Yes. Then make a pull. Damn it. As you look over this man's broken body, you have to come to some kind of conclusion. This man was killed. He was murdered right in front of you. At this point, you're not even too sure how. He was holding his head. Blood was trickling down his face. You also heard gunshots, very distinct gunshots from what you thought was a pistol, which is no longer there, by the way. Here. You've earned it, Miss Abigail. I quickly put it under my shirt before the cops opened the door. Sir, may we please come inside? We had a report that there was gunshots coming from this building. Yes, there's been a horrible accident. An accident? Yes, come inside, please. All right, you watch as you open the door as the police officers start to come in. You can see there seem to be two, and from what appears to be a sergeant. Now the three of you that are sitting up top on the second floor, what's going on with you? I'm going to hang back. Yeah, I need to be out of sight. Myself a little scarce. I was trying to spot the gun, but it's... The gun's gone. Gone? Instead, Emmett, you see something else. A steel crowbar lies next to where the landlord was before he toppled and fell down into the area. It's covered in blood. Maybe this was the thing that hit him. Do you want to take it? I won't make you make a poll for it. No. It lies there. Sir. Oh, God. All right, everyone, close those doors. Make sure no one comes inside. All right, son, tell me what happened. This is the landlord of the building, and we were on the roof, and we were having a party, and we heard gunshots from the second floor, and we came down to see what had happened, and he was there, he was bleeding on the second floor. All right, all right, I understand. I hear it. We need to look for the gun. Thompson, Erickson, go upstairs, see if you can find out where the gun is. Did you... Where did you hear gunshots at? We were upstairs on the roof when we heard it from below. How long has this man been the landlord of this building? I just moved in. I don't know. Abigail, how long has he been the landlord? Miss, can I have you come over here, step away from the body, please? I'm sorry, I just get really uncomfortable. It's a side of blood. I would like to be by my best friend, if you don't mind. All right, you two stay... No, I don't. I need you to stay separate. We can't rule anybody out at this stage, so I need you both to stay calm and tell me what happened. I mean, he's been the landlord for ever since I've been here. I've been here for about a year and a half, and he's always been here, and he's just the sweetest old man. How many floors are in this building? I don't know. Did you see the assailant? No, like I said, we were on the roof, and we heard gunshots, and we came down. All right. It's okay. Erickson, did you find a gun? You watch as the two pluritrol officers come up to the second floor using the stairs and see you three as they kind of look at you suspiciously. No, sir, we didn't find a gun, but there seems to be a crowbar up here, and he crams up as he picks up the piece and looks at it, and then unceremoniously drops it back to the floor again. You watch as the two patrolmen, or the one patrolman that's upstairs, rallies all three of you together, and he begins putting you all into a lineup against the wall. Selena, you see something as you're walking down the steps, something gleaming from the body of the landlord. Make a pull. What are you feeling right now? You meant to go upstairs just to get away and feel safe, and now this is happening. What's going on in your brain? I'm nervous. I don't, even as a rule, like normal people, cops, especially, are not copacetic. Shut up! The policeman looks at you. What are you talking to? I'm sorry, I'm really, really nervous. Well, there has been a murder. I've never seen a dead body before, so you understand. I'm sorry you have to go through that, but you do get used to it. Oh, I know. The policeman's words seem to ring dead and hollow on your ears as he doesn't seem to put a lot of emphasis into the words, and yet there is some comfort in knowing that this won't be the first or last dead body that you've seen. But you do see a pair of keys sitting out along the side of his coat, just hanging there along his crumpled, fallen form. I dropped some of the bracelets that I have been fidgeting with, and was a go to pick them up and swipe the keys. Alright, I'm going to need each one of you to give a statement on what happened. You know, it might be easier if I take each one of you aside so none of you have a chance to collaborate stories. There's nothing to collaborate. I don't think I'll be the one to determine if there's anything to corroborate or not. Thank you. You. Alright, look, it's not a big deal. You guys were, you know, we're all chilling. Not a big deal. Do you know the landlord's name? I don't. I don't. That's weird. That's odd. How would you not know the landlord's name of someone's building you've been into this entire time? Why, I just moved in here. I don't even know my neighbor's name. That's why we were getting together on the roof. Just to find out. You're very chill. I am very chill. There's nothing to be concerned about. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so true. No wonder you're not very successful. You're not very good at acting. What? Is that a fact that you just say? You're not very good at acting. If you have something to hide, you should probably just tell the truth. Nobody has anything to hide. Does anyone know this man's name? Yeah. Is that something? What was it, like a... Habibi? Something? A- Habibi, that's the best you've got. Habibi. I think that's his last name. Habibi. Do you know where the man lives? Do you know which room he's in? And he pulls out a pen and takes out a pad of paper ready to write down the location. Do any of you know where this landlord lives? Which room he's in? His? All landlords have some kind of building in here. His master's office is right around the corner. All right. You watch as he makes a note. I was so lightly, miss, I'd like to talk with you next. Come with me. You'll be fine, you'll be fine. Good luck. Thanks, bitch. Miss, what was your name? I'm Abigail. Abigail? Abigail Persimmon. Abigail Persimmon. Yeah. And you said you knew this landlord? Yes, I mean I knew him as well as anyone knows their landlord. Okay. He was my landlord? How did you know him? Did you interview to be here? I did, I mean he was my landlord. Are you okay? You seem really upset. Hard day. All right, miss, I'm gonna have to check you for weapons. Oh, it is. Can I have you lift your hands up please? I mean that's really- Miss, I'm gonna need you to lift your hands up please. He watches, he takes his hands and he starts getting into areas around you and starts poking and prodding into places. Okay, I'm really uncomfortable. What is this? It's just a flask. Have you been drinking? I mean it was a party, we were just hanging out on the roof. You said this was an accident. I'm sorry, look, that's- Are you sure that he wasn't shoved over? We didn't see anything, I swear we were on the roof with everybody else. How do I know that you aren't hiding something that I'm not aware of? I would tell you if I was hiding anything, I swear. We hurt the gunshots and we went down to the roof and we were with everybody else, I was with them, they were with me. Sit back down. Okay. Sit, take your drink and sit back down. Now you can tell as each one of you have been kind of watching this scene pan out between Abigail and the police sergeant being very rough, being very unethical with her. There's this anxiety building up as each one of the police officers begin to look around ever so slightly. They look towards Salida next and the sergeant comes back, loops around and goes, miss, I'd like your statement next. Okay. Up. Just tell the truth, everything's okay. You don't need to say it. Unless we say, we can get done with this, all right? But what if, what if something happened to him? What if he, what if it'll happen to us? Something definitely happened. If something happened to him, he's dead. Obviously something happened to him. It's not funny. Sir, I'm a nervous laugher. Did you have anything against the landlord? No, I've been here. Do you know any person who might have been an enemy of his? There was one person he evicted very uncircumstitiously. He had. And who was that? Rachel Evans. Rachel Evans, he looks through a, no, and makes. Three years ago. Three years ago. She nailed something into the walls and he tossed her out on the street right then and there when he found out and tossed all her stuff out with her. Miss, are you sure you're not carrying the gun or you know where it is? No. What about that crowbar? I didn't even see it when we came down. I'm hearing a lot of people who have a lot of no idea what's going on right now. And I feel like somebody knows what happened here. But since you're all being so quiet about it all, I think the best that we can hope for right now is to have all of you stay in this house while we get homicide over here to do something about the body as well as take photos. But I don't want any of you leaving. Erickson, come out here and stay in front of the door. Don't let anybody out. Selina Tsukiyama, it's a very unique name. Thank you. I feel like I've heard that before. Do you hang out on Little Tokyo? Jokester, huh? No, not particularly. Well, I've got a joke for you. And you watch as he whips out a pair of skin cuffs. Put out your hands. She was whipsing. I'm sorry. Wait a second. You're not under arrest, but I don't want you going anywhere. And I saw what you did. I don't know what you picked up and I can't see around it, but you got sneaky fingers. Put your hands out. Holy shit. You watch as he whips out the cuffs and places them into your hands, clicks them and holds them tightly before snickering to himself. Have a nice day, everybody. Wait, what do we do? What do we do with the body? As he walks out the door, homicide will be here in a while to come check on it. Erickson here will be watching it. In the meantime, none of you touch it. You don't do anything unnoticed. You can't just handcuff somebody, man. I can do what I want. I'm the law. And he walks out the door. This is fucking bullshit. You watch as the police officer, the patrolman sits there. Seems to be leaning his foot on another and is simply leaning on the front grade of the door. Just watching all five of you and the body right there. Are we being charged with anything? You watch as the patrolman flicks out a cigarette, pops it, lights it, starts smoking. Should you be doing that around a live crime scene? Do whatever I want. I don't know what you're all hiding, but none of us had anything to do with this. Sure, buddy. Sure. Does he have eyes on every single one of us? He glances over to you. He's more sure like making sure that no one leaves more or less, yeah. He's more sure making that no one's going out through this door. Outdoor, yeah. Then I'm gonna go get the crowbar. All right, you go upstairs and you find the crowbar. Why don't we all go upstairs for a second? Yeah, yeah. I need to get away from this. Hey, Finley. Yeah. Can you spare a page in that notebook? Oh, sure. Just write something down for me. Oh, okay, yeah. Keep it on. Keep it on? Now Abigail, as you hear the words keep it on, exiting your mouth, you look at Finley's face and you start to see something. As he's writing down the words keep it on, you can feel. Keep it on. As these words echo outside of your mouth and you start to feel something percing into your brain, something penetrating, something seems to be encroaching itself into your head. You are looking at him as he's writing these words down and you start to see his face. It's starting to sag. It's starting to drip and you look and see that parts of the skin is starting to melt off as blood and gore and bone start to expose himself. His face is melting. His face is falling apart. Make a pull. Make a pull. Look at him as he is writing these words. Keep it on and you see his face just starting to fall. Slack off of his bones. Okay, all right, all right, make a stop. Make a stop. As his eyeballs begin to pierce out through his cheek bones and you can see his jaw become exposed as his rigid white teeth begin to purse it but his jaw is moving through the same words and you hear it. Keep it on, keep it on, keep it on, keep it on. Keep it on, keep it on. And you can see the skin is dripping off of his jawline and you shake your head and you look back at him and Fenley's face is fine. There's nothing wrong. He's perfectly okay and something blew into you for a second and he writes the words down. You okay? Yeah, yeah, 100%. I'm great, I'm great. No, you're a bad actor. You saw something. What the fuck is wrong with you? I just asked, what is it? You wanna know something? You wanna know something about being a good actor or a bad actor? I just made sure, I copped it and fucking find this. What is that? I kept him nice and distracted, so. That was very good. Yeah, here you go. Packer. Internet shit. Where did this come from? You do things, right? Well. That's what it is. I mean, no, tell me you apparently know a whole lot. Don't you, Selena? Hmm. Yeah. I run blackout operations. You sell hats? What? Oh, that's your artist. Yes, I hack. I take bits of money where they're not gonna be noticed. I expose crimes. I expose your fellow landmates, flatmates. Is there a word for people who all live in the same? Tenants. Tenants. Fucking know it all is right again. So what's in the box? This is like right up your alley, right? How did you know? Been around a little bit, seen a few quick peeks and door slams when you think you're not being watched. Let's just say that. Not the only one who's got eyes around here, Selena. But, I mean, after calling me out, being nervous around the cops and seeing you being very similar kind of nervous around the cops, I mean, that's something that people tend to recognize in each other. So, kind of started doing the math. But it's cool, because we all have secrets and I guess we're all bad actors. Hey, can I change the subject for a minute? Please. Yeah, sure. I don't think these are cops. What? What? They question some of us, not all of us. Yeah. They cuffed her for no reason. They're not acting like cops. If they're not cops, then who are they? It's all very suspicious. It doesn't add up logically. I mean, you think Mr. What's-his-name, Erickson over here, whatever the shit-his-fake cop ass's name is, think he's gonna notice if we look around a little bit? There was also this, okay, you know how Mr. The Landlord, God, I never knew his real name. I'm kind of feeling a little guilty about that now, now that he's dead. I thought it was Habibi. Habibi? Maybe I'm around. Okay, you guys know how he was like super particular about the walls. Yes. Did he ever give you guys the black door speech as well? Like there's this like door that you don't open here to a stairwell? No, but I've seen it, because I look at the architecture and so I- Oh, right, you do that. Yeah. You're one of those people. I mean, he's dead now, so what's stopping us from opening store? Jude, something's in there, man. You need to make a pull for it. Something's there, it's in your brain. Ready to launch your business? 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And now I'm bringing their lessons along with mine straight to you from modern leadership tips to creating unstoppable momentum. This is the podcast that redefines what's possible. Hit play, subscribe and join the millions who've made Mick Unplugged their go-to source for growth and greatness because your next breakthrough is just one episode away. This is Mick Unplugged, the voice and face of modern leadership, entrepreneur and self improvement. Let's get started. Fuck. The guy who lived in my place before me talked about a bunker. Bunker? Fuck, maybe everyone who lives here is just nut jobs, including us. That's true. I got the box open. Oh, shit. What is it? We should probably get you out of here. I'm not sure. We should probably get you uncuffed. Not right now, just. I like how much is going on here all at the same time. Dude, are you okay? Jude, whatever you were feeling for that moment when that door was mentioned seems to have passed. And at least, at least you're clear-headed enough to have a smoke for it. Back to these guys. If I'm wrong, if their cops were fine, right? If their cops- We'll just go home, if I'm right. They're not gonna- What are we waiting for them to come back to do? What if we call the police and confirm that they sent officers over, right? The station would know. No, we can't call the police, can we? What? Why not? Everyone's got secrets. Yeah, where's yours? Where's your slip? What? Why is there one for all of us except for you? I didn't look in the box. What? Where is it? Are you palming it in your hand? Yeah, fine. Secrets, time for secrets. They're all out about everyone now. I guess all of us have them. Abigail, this is great. Selena has no note, and yet everybody else does. And it's out. Who are you? A voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice voice trust her. Why does, why are you helping him? Have you been fucking monitoring this whole time? No, no. Are you a cop? Are you a fucking cop? You're with these people, aren't you? No. Why is she cuffed? I don't know. The fake police officers, maybe... Well, what is going on? Abigail just... I don't know. I mean, we're stuck here together. I mean, if you're gonna tell us, now is the time. Now. There's guys coming back possibly to kill us right now. What do we need to do here? Okay, it's fine. I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you. All right. You don't have to pull it. If she's gonna give it to you willingly, you don't have to make the pull. Listen, we don't have to read these. There's a lot of personal information on them. There's a lot settling in here at the moment. As each one of you are up... Institutionalized. Okay, come on. It's fine. We all need therapy. What? I don't... I don't remember it. I... I don't know when it was. It... Just tell them. Just tell them. Don't tell them. Don't tell them. Go into it. Make a pull. Make a pull, Selena. There's a lot happening right now. And you're fighting this urge to either get them out. They know what's going on. You handed them the slip, Selena. You've done so good at covering your tracks up to this point. You've done nothing, but you just handed them the paper, Selena. You gave up as Abigail was aggressively trying to pull you in, searching your pocket, and you gave. What is this? She doesn't understand. Maybe she'd understand. She doesn't understand. Somebody else has been doing this for so long. The balls are real. Why did you give up now? He's real. I'm real. As if you knew what he would think. What would he think? Maybe I can trust these people. You can trust us. You can trust them. All it takes to make it go away, Selena, is one brick. You just need to pull a block from the tower and they will shut up. There's so much that you haven't learned yet. And yet here it is, standing on the precipice. No. The voices have quieted, Selena. You're able to talk to them without disturbance, and yet you do feel like these are people you can trust. This is maybe the one circumstances, which letting this slip of paper go is okay. It's okay. Okay. Look. I'll show you yours if you show me mine. Wait, I'll show you mine if I'm under a lot of stress right now. Yeah, it's fine. Here. Yeah, I know. I already know. Violent tendencies. I'm sorry about that. It's okay. Also, why do they all say RP Project with numbers on the fucking back? That's fucked up. That's some fucked up shit, right, Nigger? I'm number one. Number three. Number two. Number four. All right. Well, there is one place that you'll find answers at, and I think it'll be in the landlord's room. Amit, you seem to have maybe an unorthodox method of entry. Shall we apply it to good use? Yeah. All right, then off to the landlord's room. Come with me. All right, let's head on in. Now as you climb up the four stories leading to what you know as the landlord's apartment, because each one of you have been there at least at one stage, you come across his door. What would you like to do? I brought a key. I have a bunch of keys, too. What? Like actual keys. We don't have time for that. Instead of making noise, we should use the keys. This doesn't seem to be a keyhole, so. Clock's ticking and men with guns are coming back. Stay back. Amit, as you walk into the landlord's apartment, you can smell the musty air as cigarette smoke seems to permeate the walls, the carpet, every single area, and you can see the old furniture laid about as a bunch of exotic looking materials stand around you. At least for the moment, all seems quiet. No one seems to be coming up the stairs and you don't seem to be hearing anything in particular. What's that smell? Smells like ozone? Old cigarettes? Wait a minute. This is all of us. This is all of us. There's Tom's diner. There's the institution. All of the highlighted items. Holy shit. That's your boyfriend. This is my ex-boyfriend. That's the house I grew up in. That one's Malibu. That one's yours. Jordan. Holy fucking shit. Who's Jordan? Jordan's... Fuck Jordan. I'm sorry man. I'm so sorry man. I'm sorry. Hey, do we remember that there were dates on those paces of paper? August 21st. September 4th. August 28th. August 14th. 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What'd you get? He should have had, like, you know, people that knew. People should have celebrated his life. People should have been there, you know? I didn't say a fucking word. You made a mistake. You didn't kill somebody. And it's not too late. We can get through this and you can fix that. Guys, we don't have all day. Selena, come on guys. Look at these. There's discs. What are these? There's four of them. Is there another one in this room? Keep the machine on. That's what Abigail told me to write down. What was this? This was the piece of the wall that I took off. This had that lamp in it? Why did he keep it? 924. No, I tried all the keys. Every single key on here? Yeah. 815. All 7,000 of them? Yeah. There's clippings about earthquakes in Los Angeles. Do the earthquakes line up with the epicenter, with each of the locations? Can you bring it over here? 19 hindards. Grab them. Look, that and this. August 14th. What the fuck does that mean? August 21st. Oh there, the 21st. On the left. Put the ring up into the, does it line up with the three? I'll post it, I'll tell you. Holy shit. Oh! It's magnetic. Oh! Who the fuck is this guy? August 28th. August, September. Okay, hang on, that's 28th. Oh! Did something fall? It's a key! Key, key, key, key. Is it to the lock on the chest? Check it. I'll try it. This is... It fits. 15. Turn it. Come on, come on. You're smart without handcuffs. Yeah. Come on. I got it. Okay. What is that? What the fuck is that? It's... Do you have any idea why he would have that? I didn't even know about this. I'm sorry I wasn't trying to hide it from you, I just... I'm sorry, it runs in my family. It's not your fault. And I thought I was safe. Hey man, fucking box of secrets, have at it. Oh. This is a mixtape that my ex made me. Fuck, why is that in here? Are you fucking serious? This is Jordan's bracelet. Real fucking cool asshole. Who the fuck is this guy? Fucking picture of me and my fucking father. Why is this happening? Who are we to him? This isn't when I moved in, because look, he has a date for you, Finley. And that's, isn't that later down the road? These dates are too far apart. He was gonna start some sort of fucking experiment or some shit. Why does he have all this shit? Why does he have this? Leverage, it's leverage. To get us to do something. We also have threat levels on our cards. Is that what the RP number is? Threat levels to no sign of threat. Status clear, no sign of influence. Status clear, no sign of influence. Easily manipulated. It's because you're gay and you don't want people to know you're gay and you don't want to admit you're gay. I admit it, I'm fine with it. It's other people that have a problem with it. Fuck. I left this behind. I left all of that behind us, what I'm getting away from. There's no connection. There's no reason that his fucking picture in this moment should be on that wall. There was nobody there. It was just the two of us. There was nobody there. What did he do to you? He beat me. Constantly beat me. He gave me cigarette burns and made it look like I was a junkie so I couldn't tell anybody. Fuck. I'm always in his shadow, okay? I can't escape it. What did you find in the box? So you haven't heard from a friend? It's a diner receipt. Who is your friend? Someone from the neighborhood. Sheo Adida a couple of months ago? I miss her. That's it. What's the plan? There's no plan. Someone in this building killed that fucking guy. And something is fucking going on in here and the not cops are coming back. Okay. So what are we doing? We have to put it back. Someone of all that can pretend that we never came in. No, I'm not putting this back. This is mine, okay? I don't think we can pretend that didn't happen. So you all have a particular item that is tied directly with who you are and there is a set. I was getting that. Holy shit, Selena. Abby? Selena? What is that? Oh fuck. Look, it spells something. Look, S. W. W. E. P. T. Swept. Swept. What happened? Under the rug. All right. Holy shit. We're all just crazy people, right? We're Selena in one of our institutes, right? Just losing our minds. No, no, it's fine. No! Don't do that, please. Please don't do that. You're okay. You're okay. I promise you're okay. It's a puzzle. It's not in your family. It's just in mine. Auxiliary? The lines, they connect. It's just in us. They lift us, these pipes. Okay. It's just in us. It's not in your family. It's just in you. This one doesn't move. This is the corner. All right, come on. Cole, you're the hacker. You're smarter than all of us. Figure this shit out. Units. Manual hand units. Bypass. Bypass up top. Manual bypass. Okay, are we making a circuit? It looks like a circuit. Like it connects. It's trying to tell us how to bypass the electricity manually. I think bypass goes on top. Or units meaning apartments? Our units. Manually conducted by hand. For free. As you look, you turn around and notice that the light behind you has just turned on as you conducted the circuit effectively. On the desk, on the desk. Holy shit. So, keep it on. It's an electricity thing. And it's not with the regular electricity. What are these? These aren't light bulbs. What are these? Conducted by hand. Manual bypass. Give me your hand. Okay. Grab his hand. Grab the ball. Grab that ball. Holy shit. Whoa. The painting opened and inside seems to be several objects. Careful. Paper, some notes, and a decorated amulet. What is that? As long as power consistently flows through the machine, the rifts should remain too small for physical use. The rifts should remain too small for physical encroachment. We do not need to depend on the city's power grid fail. For the generators below will provide a constant stream. However, all the mechanisms in the walls of the building are very sensitive. If a fuse were to break, you'd have time to fix it, but not much. They are old and what little remains of our fortune cannot buy replacements. You must constantly consider this problem. And when the time is right, move forward with the repurposing project we discussed. Even if it means bringing people inside. Our P project, that's us. People inside, inside this rift? The building? Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The ground starts to rumble as you feel something waving, shaking, moving. The building is moving ever so lightly and then it stops. The lights flicker. That'll happen for you, right? Yes, yeah. Okay, good. That was real. Okay. Take one. Power and electrical bill. An inventory stock supply bill. To protect remaining inventory, move all to sub-basement. Okay, so there's some sort of bunker. Yeah, so yeah, the guy lived in my place before me, talked about a sub-basement and a bunker. So there is some sort of fortune and a generator down there and these are crazy puzzle pieces that we're looking at but it doesn't explain how they got personal information about each of us. And why us? Why the five of us? We're nobody. Selena. Okay, that's why. You gotta know something about this. I don't know. We're connected somehow and I just know that I'm a medium threat because of my family history. Yeah, and I'm not a threat. What the fuck? I'm not a threat. I'm not a threat. So why are you a medium threat? And you're a threat too or something? What does that mean? And no- Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble as the ground shakes again. You feel something bending, twisting, moving. You can feel as the lights flicker yet again. It's happening for everybody. Yeah, okay. Yeah. And you watch as sand. Oh, shit. You're all saying that, right? Yes, it's real. Or we're all saying it. I suggest we get the fuck out of this one. We should leave, right? Yeah. The door is the only way out. Oh, get everything we need. Get everything we might need from here. Oh. The sand begins to pour out more and just as suddenly as it began, it stops. Papers, papers. I saw the sand earlier. What do you mean? It was already creeping into the edges of my mind, out in the lobby. Who's going to open the door? Jude? It's the only way out. Be careful, okay? As the door opens and white light blasts through as a arid bright sun pierces into all of your visions, and you look out to a landscape of sand dunes and an open blue-purple sky. And every rolling dune seems to get larger and larger as a cascade's across a barren wasteland of nothing. I've been here before. What? I've been here before when I took the cylinder out of the wall. I was here. What? And now it is here again. What was that about? Rips? Uh. Uh. Close the door! Shut it, shut it! Close it! The walls are real. Okay. He's real. Who? I'm real. Finley, what'd you see? I called a hotline and it just, there was a weird voice on the other side of the line, okay? And it said, my child, I want to meet you, et cetera, et cetera. I thought it was weird and so I hung up and I didn't think about it again. But as soon as I took that cylinder out, I went to that place and it said the same thing. What was the hotline? What did you call? Does that really, do you really? No. What hotline did you call? I called the gay sex hotline. What does that matter? Doesn't, she just likes knowing people's business. All right. Information is always good, data is always good. It's not always good, not like. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, all right. We can't go out. Finley. What are we gonna do? We gonna stay here? What did you say about an eye? Does it look like that eye? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That was it. But it was in that landscape. This, what is it, a portal or like a door? Are we, are we crazy? Are we all crazy? This is fucking crazy. That's what this is. This whole situation is crazy. All this shit is fucking crazy. We can't be going crazy at the same time. I hugged my dead friend. I don't understand what's going on. I'm normal, I just, I fucking write stories about people. Nothing, I'm normal. It's okay, it's not you. It's the building. What? I think she's right. Weird things happen here. Buildings are inanimate objects. It can't be the building. I just always thought that maybe I was a little unhinged and crazy and maybe we are all a little. It's because we've all been drawn here for one reason or another. Yeah, we're all fucked up. And like Finley said, we're all nobodies. So we're all just fucked up, just enough to be able to be susceptible to this and we're all nobodies enough to where if anything happens to us. Nobody would care. No one would give a fuck. I have somebody that cares about me. Is there somebody that we could call? We should call the real police. Why can't we use the phone? It's right there, Finley. Do you wanna pick it up? Yeah, use the sand phone. I had bad experience with the phone the first time. Can anybody use it? You know what? You called the hotline. You saw the sand. You make the call. Fine, this is stupid, okay? It's a phone. I didn't do anything wrong. None of us did. There's someone that's dead. We're in his office. That dead guy took these fucked up pictures of all of us. So I don't give a shit about the dead guy. Fuck the dead guy. I wanna live. I'll pick up the phone. This is stupid, this is stupid. It's a deadline. There's no dial tone. There's nothing in there. There's only. What is that? There's nothing, it's nothing. There's no dial tone. Listen, I don't know what to do. There is one thing to do, and you all know it. You're having a hard time coming to terms with it, but it's the only way out, and it's through that door. We have to go out. So we're going out into nothing? Unless you wanna die here. I guess it doesn't matter where I die. I'm dying, I'm dying. As you open the door, a hot blast of wind gushes into the room, drying out your skin. Whatever sounds you heard earlier, you can still hear, but it seems far off and in the distance, and just over the horizon. Maybe it's a mirage, but it feels like something is punctuating this vast wasteland. You know what the dumbest thing about all of this is? Because this is the first time I haven't felt alone. 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