What are those?
This guy's wife, she was shot once in the chest. Point-blank range.
Whoever shot her held a gun directly to her chest...
and fired the bullet straight through her heart.
The husband works at Langley.
ARTHUR: Was there any sign of a struggle?
DICK: Mm-mm. -No?
DICK: There's no skin under her nails, no bruises.
What time did she die?
Neighbors say they heard the shot at 4:45 p.m.
What's all this to you, Arthur?
Do you think you could take me to his house?
LANA: Well, your sister feels awful about last night.
NORMA: Arthur's just sick about it too.
Well, Norma, let me just say this.
Daddy and I have always marveled at your strength...
and how positive you always are, even since your injury.
And I just wonder if maybe sometimes...
we don't take for granted that you are all right?
I'm fine, Mama.
NSA is letting him do it. NASA can't stop it. Test subjects are all under 40.
Happily married with a child. Go to the Richmond Library. Follow this call number.
Don't trust anyone, not even your husband.
LANA: Oh, my Lord.
She's bleeding. Somebody call for help.
Oh, my heavens.
Who is that woman, Norma? Do you know her?
No, I don't, Mama.
Listen, I have a lot of errands to run before the wedding.
Can I drop you off at home?
Uh-uh-uh. Don't touch.
ARTHUR: That's him.
He's the public-relations manager at Langley.
-What's his name? -Arlington Steward.
-Steward? -Steward with a D.
-Can you check him out? -Yeah.
There's 3 dead so far.
ARTHUR: "Human Resource Exploitation Manual."
-Call numbers? DICK: I want to put in a request...
for a search warrant down in Langley.
But don't put the request in through my office.
Whatever it is, it's bigger than you and me.
[DOOR SLAMS]
Excuse me, I'm looking for the nearest exit.
You aren't an employee. This library is for employees only.
You're his wife.
I am Clymene.
What does he want from us?
He's testing you.
He's testing all of us.
Please, follow me.
There are 3 gateways...
but you may choose only one.
Be careful which gateway you choose...
for there is only one path to salvation.
Have a seat, Mrs. Lewis.
Indistinguishable from magic.
Lightning strikes the earth 10O times per second.
A single bolt of lightning can reach temperatures...
approaching 28,000° Celsius in a split second.
This is 5 times hotter than the surface of the sun.
Is that what happened to you?
-You were struck by lightning? -Yes.
And now I am in communication with those who control the lightning.
And what lies behind the other 2?
Eternal damnation.
Right.
What's the emotion you felt when you first laid eyes on me, Norma?
-I felt-- -You felt what?
-I felt-- -Pity?
Love.
-You felt love for me? -Yes.
Why?
Because of my disfigurement.
Because of all of the pain that it ever caused me in my life.
I thought what it would be like to have all of that pain...
magnified and projected onto my face.
And if I refuse?
Eternal damnation.
You have chosen Gateway number 2.
I saw that pain on your face and I just--
I understood it.
I felt an overwhelming feeling of love for you...
because I knew that I would never feel sorry for myself ever again.
Take my hand, Norma.
WALTER: You don't remember coming home, do you?
You came in your car. You walked in the door like a zombie.
You didn't say anything. You just went straight up to bed.
Where did all this water come from?
-Why isn't Dad telling us what happened? -Walter.
Go down to the basement and get me more buckets.
-But I just want-- -Walter.
Fine.
Can you tell me what happened?
I need a drink.
WALTER: Are we still going to the wedding?
NORMA: Yeah.
There is only so much information that I can disclose.
I understand.
In the hours following the first Viking transmission from Mars...
your colleague Arlington Steward...
was struck by lightning while standing here on this platform.
Yes. And we haven't heard from him since then.
He's something else now.
NORM: What do you mean?
TEAGUE: Arlington Steward died shortly after being admitted to the burn unit...
at Riverside Hospital.
Several hours after his body was taken to the morgue...
and locked in a freezer storage unit...
a nurse heard a voice coming from behind a metal door.
It was a man, laughing.
Mr. Steward had come back from the dead and he was laughing hysterically.
He was then transferred to a high-security military hospital.
Soon after, we realized he was...
demonstrating some extraordinary capabilities.
What do you mean by capabilities?
His body healed at a rate 10 times faster than normal.
Cellular degeneration essentially halted.
[THUNDER CRASHES]
MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Powell.
[JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING] OVER SPEAKERS]
Hi.
-You can't drink too much now, all right? -All right.
Sir, if you don't mind my asking...
why a box?
Your home is a box.
Your car is a box on wheels.
You drive to work in it. You drive home in it.
You sit in your home, staring into a box.
It erodes your soul...
while the box that is your body inevitably withers, then dies...
whereupon it is placed in the ultimate box to slowly decompose.
It's quite depressing when you think of it that way.
Don't think of it that way.
Think of it as a temporary state of being.
What happens once you've completed your tests?
I submit the data to my employers...
and then your fate rests in their hands.
One cannot say they are not without a bizarre sense of humor.
Look at me.
I wouldn't know, sir, of whom it is that you speak.
Your employers remain a mystery to us all.
I like mystery.
Don't you?
-How do we pass the test? STEWARD: Isn't it obvious?
Simply don't press the button.
If enough of you don't, the test will conclude.
But there will be more tests to come.
MAN: Walk directly into the light.
Do not turn back under any circumstances.
When you walk into the light, you're gonna feel your body submerged in a liquid.
Try to hold your breath.
If you feel a drowning sensation, it will pass.
Where are you sending them?
To prepare for the next test in Massachusetts.
You spoke earlier about the altruism coefficient.
If human beings are unable or unwilling to sacrifice individual desires...
for the greater good of your species, you will have no chance for survival.
And my employers will be compelled to expedite your extinction.
Clear?
Yes, sir.
[SCOTT WALKER'S "WHEN JOANNA LOVED ME" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
I was gone, Norma.
I was gone for nearly an hour.
What did you see?
Well, what was there in the light?
Words can't describe it.
It's a place...
neither here nor there...
but somewhere in between.
It's a warm embrace.
A place where the sidewalk ends...
and despair is no longer the governor of the human heart.
Dad. What's going on?
I'm gonna be sick, Walter.
You can still save yourself.
It's too late for me, but you can still save yourself.
Jeffrey Carnes. Boy, do I got a lot of questions for you.
If you want to survive this thing, you'll come with me. Right now.
All right, why don't you put the gun down before someone sees you?
Get in the truck.
All right.
WALTER: Dad.
NORMA: Walter.
WALTER: Dad. -Walter.
Walter.
Walter! Walter!
Walter!
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
CARNES: Those are classified CIA documents.
ARTHUR: "Test subjects and free will.
Test subjects cannot be treated like employees."
-Frontal lobe hemorrhage? -That's his weakness.
He hasn't figured out how to get in their heads without them noticing.
-The nosebleeds. -You see lots of them?
Yeah.
And so there's limits to what it can do. It's fallible.
Living inside a 70-year-old man?
Yeah, that's why it embedded itself at Langley.
It's got everything it needs: military, CIA, FBI, NASA.
So he can be killed?
Yes.
MAN [ON RADIO]: The existence of life elsewhere in the universe.
Where are we going?
Look, it's kidnapped your son, just like it took my daughter.
-What? -But I know where it has him hidden.
There's a motel off I-95. It's-- Steward's employees took your son there.
It's a transport hub.
There's a swimming pool they use, a sort of gateway.
CARNES: So did you push the button or was it your wife?
-My wife. -Yeah. Yeah, mine too.
And now she's dead.
Did you kill her?
I did it for my daughter.
What do you mean, you did it for your daughter?
I had to make a choice between my wife and my daughter.
Whoa.
Follow the progress of our Viking mission...
and to reflect on our journey...
into the unknown.
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER POLICE RADIO]
Was there anyone in the truck with him?
Not that we saw.
MAN: Let's move!
All teams execute!
Bravo, Charlie, forward position.
Weapons tight.
Move, move, move!
Arthur. Arthur, listen to me. Whatever happens to you from this point on...
will have greater ramifications than you can possibly fathom.
Please, have a seat.
Where's our son?
He's in a safe place. We'll get to him in a moment.
Please sit down.
I want you to know...
that I have the deepest respect and admiration for you both.
You gave me hope.
But I am very sorry that you pushed the button.
I'm afraid I have to tell you...
that 2 of your son's functional senses have been impaired.
He can no longer see and he can no longer hear.
Where is he?
What have you done with him?
I have done nothing with him. I am just a vessel.
You are now presented with 2 options.
Option 1, you can live the rest of your lives...
and enjoy the money that has been given to you...
and learn to live with your son's permanent impairment.
It is irreversible.
He will never hear your voices or see your faces again.
Option 2...
there is one bullet in the chamber of this gun.
You can fire it into your wife's heart, killing her.
At the exact moment your spirit leaves your body...
your son will be returned to normal.
As for the million dollars...
it will be placed into an interest-bearing account...
given to your son on his 18th birthday.
Let me kill myself. Arthur has nothing to do with this.
I'm sorry. The offer is nonnegotiable.
Arthur, you must fire the gun.
Norma, you must die...
or Walter will live forever in darkness and silence.
Kill me if you like, Mr. Lewis, and condemn your son to a life of agony.
You will be imprisoned for the murder of Arlington Steward, a mere employee.
And they will simply send another to replace me.
Who?
-Who will send another? -Arthur, please don't.
ARTHUR: Who? NORMA: Don't.
Good day to you.
Mr. Steward.
Can I be forgiven?
I don't know.
I understand you admire the writings of Jean-Paul Sartre.
Perhaps these words will comfort you.
There are 2 ways to enter the final chamber:
Free or not free.
The choice is ours.
You gave me a glimpse of the afterlife, didn't you?
Because this is purgatory.
And you're here to shut us down.
Your son is locked in the upstairs bathroom.
-Walter! -Walter!
Walter! Sweetheart!
Sweetheart, can you hear us?
Is anyone out there?
-Walter! WALTER: Is anyone out there?
NORMA: They must have locked it on the other side.
I can't see. Please. Help me.
-Walter! -Walter!
-Sweetheart-- WALTER: I can't hear.
Please, help me.
Walter. Just back away from the door if you can hear me.
-Somebody, help. ARTHUR: Walter!
NORMA: He can't hear us.
Stop it. Arthur, stop!
Please!
Arthur. Arthur. Arthur.
WALTER: Mom.
-Dad. Please. -Stop. Stop this.
Look....
I can't.
I can't see him like that.
I can't.
Oh, God.
No.
I can't do this.
We cannot leave him like this.
It's the only way.
There's no other way.
There's no--
He smiled at us.
What?
When you asked him about the afterlife, he smiled at us.
-He did, did he? -Yeah.
Arthur...
I love you and I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry for what I did to us.
You didn't do anything. We did it.
So don't apologize.
I love you.
And I regret nothing in this life we've lived together.
Then I...
will count the days...
until my Arthur comes to see me again.
I'm gonna push it.
Until we meet again. Yeah.
Let's get on with it.
[CLICKING]
[GUNSHOT]
Subtitle: Arigon
911 Emergency, how may I direct your call?
You said you heard a gunshot? What is the address?
7321 Park...
in Antrim.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Hello, Mrs. Weller.
Shall I come in?
Walter?
Walter, it's your dad, I'm right here.
Can you hear me?
Walter?
Walter.
Walter, if you can hear me, just yell or something. I'm right outside the door.
Hands on your head and move away from the door.
WALTER: Dad!
Mom!
I'm right here, honey. Everything's gonna be fine, okay? Just hang tight.
I said, put your hands on your head and move away from the door.
Walter's upstairs. He's okay.
They assure me you and your son will be taken care of.