The OA

Four, three, two...

one.

Oh, God.

Ten more. Then we go again.

Hey!

- Hey! - There's no one out there, Scott.

- It's not right. - No, maybe it is!

I feel like...

where my movement ends, your movement begins.

Maybe they're connected, like pieces of a puzzle.

It's like that, it's just sharper more.

The fingers open and bend almost like they're broken and just hanging.

Why don't you just break your fucking fingers, man?

Hey!

Scott, maybe we should let Rachel sleep.

No, she's...

She gonna be out cold for at least another day.

I'll bet you he's making the gas stronger.

Maybe she's got a movement inside her.

Let's see, you got a bird, he's got a sea creature.

I wonder what's next.

I mean, what'd you...

What'd you think? You think...

You think you're gonna break your fingers back...

and... and this glass is gonna melt?

And a... and a door in the rock is gonna open

and we're just gonna follow a yellow brick road right out of here?

'Cause of some movements that you fucking hallucinated?

How did you explain your NDE to people in Pittsburgh?

I didn't.

Why, because people would think you're insane?

No, because I knew better than to talk about things you can't talk about.

That's it.

I have no idea how to talk about this.

- That's why we're just doing it. - Doing what?

Getting us out of here.

And when Rachel wakes up, maybe she'll try it, too,

- and then and maybe you will. - Prairie...

I liked you better when you were blind.

Sorry, I don't speak Spanish.

Please.

Are you a feminist?

Uh, I like symmetry.

You were at the concert.

I saw you.

I didn't think you saw anyone.

I don't look in the beginning,

but at the end, I take in the crowd.

It's like sleeping with a stranger

and then asking their name on the way out the door.

To validate the intimacy.

Or to invalidate it.

Hmm. You're a wordsmith. Like your father.

You know him?

I know his work.

You are a poet.

- No, I'm a scientist. - Hmm.

That's obscure work for a scientist to know.

It's part of my study.

What do you study?

You.

And people like you.

Your uncanny skill level, given how long you've been playing,

is miraculous to your audience.

It's inexplicable.

Not to me.

It's a simple scientific connection...

explained... by your travels.

I've never been off this island.

Your travels in death.

How do you know that?

Three years ago you drowned, then took up guitar.

It is not a miracle.

It is economics.

I'm just a poor girl trying to escape poor circumstances.

Well, I can help with that.

I have a plane, and I can guarantee you safe passage to America

in exchange for limited participation in my study.

I don't want to be examined.

I prefer to remain unknown, even to myself.

The mind is a sticky thing.

We have found that

what we have long thought to be everything

is only a small part of a grander whole,

only one piece of a much wider cosmos.

And to, really, kind of communicate that idea,

we've introduced this new terminology

that our universe is just one of many universes,

populating, possibly, a grander multiverse.

Then you're on the verge of a scientific revolution.

This would be, of course, a huge revolution.

It's a revolution in a way that would complete

a meta-revolution that's been in the making for five centuries.

You know, a long time ago, we all know that

we thought that the Earth was the center of everything.

Then Copernicus comes along and we learn that,

no, the Earth is going around the sun,

and then later, we learn the sun is one of many stars in our galaxy,

one of hundreds of billions of stars in our galaxy.

Then we learn that our galaxy is...

Don't stop on my account.

Aren't we allowed to do some fucking exercises?

Exercise, sure.

What is that?

What is that thing you're doing? Where does that come from?

- We made them up. - No.

No, I don't think you did, Rachel.

All respect that's due, Hap.

Um, how the fuck would you know what we make up and what we don't?

No, I don't know,

but I can find out, Scott, as you're all well aware.

So, somebody please tell me what's going on right now.

Right now!

Scott?

This isn't helping anyone!

Help!

Rachel?

- Help! Help! - Rachel. Rachel, calm down.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Help!

Help!

Hey!

Hey, Stan.

What was that racket?

Ah, it's just heavy metal.

Helps me concentrate.

Go figure.

So... how you doing?

What... what, uh... Was just about to take a break.

- Will you smoke with me? - No, thanks. I'm fine.

Listen, Hap, I feel bad just coming up here,

but you're not exactly listed in the phone book, uh...

Oh, yeah, that's... that's intentional.

Oh, big city doctor in search of peace and quiet.

Yeah, I get that. I... I really do.

I tell you, I never thought I'd see this old mine looking so... so homey.

Well, I like to maintain.

You know, I figure order outside will generate order inside.

Yeah?

Hmm.

Your timber here needs a bit a work.

You'll wanna get that done before the rain comes in spring.

Right, thanks. Well, uh, will do.

Let me know if you need some help.

Is there something I can help you with today, Stan?

You don't come around much, and...

You know my wife, Evelyn.

We've been struggling with her illness.

ALS is a merciless disease. It's...

I don't know how much more of this she can take.

It became impossible for her to walk and grasp things,

but we still talked and talked.

She could laugh.

But now...

it's just so goddamn lonely.

It's like I'm living in a haunted house.

I can only imagine.

She's completely trapped in her own body.

It's like she's living in a cage.

She can blink, "yes..."

she can blink, "no," but that's it.

Now, we're not crazy.

We just need a little bit of hope.

I don't know what to tell you, Stan, it's...

It's irreversible.

I can't candy coat it. It's a slow... painful death.

It's what it is, I'm sorry.

Uh, I feel foolish driving up here.

But, um... you're a doctor.

I'd feel even more of a fool if I didn't try.

Sure, no, I'm... I'm glad you came up.

Uh... why don't I, um, look into it, see if there's any new research,

or cutting edge things coming out of Europe.

They have less regulation than us, you never know.

We'd appreciate that.

I'm glad you stopped by. Stan, it's good to see you.

I'll... I'll do whatever I can.

- He took him. - I didn't hear the gas.

He took him upstairs.

Police say seven people were killed

after a shooter opened fire inside a shopping mall on Tuesday evening.

Authorities are searching for the suspected shooter,

whom they say left the scene...

before the police arrived.

He was last seen walking towards...

Oh, so that's how they beat him? The fucking Paleo Diet?

You know, bad language obscures rather than clarifies, Steven.

Just tell us what's bothering you.

Okay, OA eats a bird, then Homer eats a starfish,

and that's how they get the movements?

Homer didn't eat a starfish.

Look, which fish is not the issue.

Well, it makes sense if you just think about it.

Oh, is this that invisible self shit?

Swallow before you speak.

I'm not on the lacrosse team. I never learned to swallow.

Okay, easy, boys.

Okay, but what's Hap gonna do to Homer?

Well, we know Homer's alive, 'cause OA wants to find him.