Black Mirror

Now, once more return your attention to the breath.

Notice how your breathing continues...

all by itself.

Your mind may wander.

Simply watch it go.

Calmly.

And without judgment.

-Hiya. -Hi.

God, that was so fast. I didn't realize you'd be parked right here.

-Yeah, just dropped somebody off. -Oh, it's my lucky day then.

I'm going to Old Street... Oh, you've got the details.

So you work in that place?

Hmm?

Sorry, miles away, I didn't catch that.

Is that where you work, where I picked you up?

At Smithereen? No.

Just visiting.

I mean, I wish I worked there.

The facilities they've got in there, they've got their own spa. It's madness.

That's Billy Bauer money for you.

Anyway.

My daughter's name was Kristin

Krissie.

Twenty years old. She was at university.

She killed herself, took her own life, whatever you wanna call it,

18 months ago now.

And it was out of the blue.

One of her flatmates called me.

They'd found her in the bathroom.

And I'm furious with her!

I'm so fucking angry with her for not telling me.

I thought I knew, I...

I didn't know.

Last time I spoke, she was happy...

and just like that, she ended everything.

And I don't know why she did it.

I've asked myself why a million times.

Was it over some boy or her course or the state of the world or me?

Was it something I did?

Round and round in my head but there's no answer, there's nothing.

She's not here to say, so...

it's never gonna stop, this...

needing to know.

It's never gonna stop.

Talk about nerve-racking.

That was my first time speaking.

I mean, in front of everyone. Tough crowd.

Oh, you did really well.

-Really? -Yeah.

First time, though, shit scary, isn't it?

Well, to be honest, I don't know.

Have you...

You haven't spoken while I've been here. I mean, is it...

I just haven't found the right moment yet.

Waiting for the right moment.

-Anyway. -Hey, um, do you fancy a drink?

Oh, I've got a bit of a long day tomorrow.

Come on. Might die tomorrow.

Joke.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. I needed that.

It's okay. It's okay.

-I wanna make you cum, too. -In a bit maybe.

-Just need a bit... bit of a breather. -It's been ages.

Can't even remember the last time.

-Sorry, do you mind if I...? -No, no, no.

I know these things are undignified.

Went on a date about four months back with a guy off an app.

Halfway through the starter, I tell him about Kristin.

He reacted like I said I'd got cancer.

That's her.

Ah.

Her flatmate sent that to me. It was in her room.

Shit. Okay, give me a minute.

I'm trying to get into Kristin's Persona account.

I try logging in every day. It gives you three wrong guesses,

then locks you out for hours.

Every time I think of a guess, I write it in here.

This week I'm into places we went on holiday.

I'm her mum. You'd think they'd give me

the password to my own daughter's account, but, no.

Violates their privacy policy.

They'll memorialize it if you prove you're next of kin.

Makes it sort of sepia with a tribute photo,

but that deletes the inbox.

I just want the inbox.

I don't know, see if there's a reason, an answer.

I don't know what I want. Okay.

Right.

Okay.

Well, there's tomorrow.

Notice how your breathing continues...

all by itself.

Your mind may wander.

Simply watch it go.

Calmly and without judgment.

I'm on my way now.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

My first-class check-in San Francisco flight's not for another three hours,

so there should be time.

Yeah, yeah, I'm hopping in the car now.

Okay. Okay, bye.

Uh, uh, airport, yeah?

Terminal Three.

-Do you work in that place? -Smithereen? Yeah.

The sat nav's showing an accident coming up.

Do you mind if I follow an alternate route it's showing me?

It's actually quicker than the normal way.

-Uh, yeah, that's fine. -Might be a bit twisty

but this thing always seems to know what it's doing.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Put this on. Put it on.

Put it on!

Round your wrists. Loop it round your wrists.

-Uh, why are you-- -Just shut up and do it.

-Come on. Pull it tight. -I'm trying. I'm trying.

Use your teeth. Pull it with your teeth!

-Uh, what-- -Shut up!

Nothing's gonna happen to you if you just do what I say. Okay?

You're okay. Just do what I say. Stay there.

Fucking...

Is this about money?

I know I work for Smithereen but that doesn't mean I've got money!

Don't need to...

What... What are you doing, man? I'm just an intern.

-What are you doing? -What did you say?

-What did you say? -I'm just an intern.

With a suit, the luggage, the... suitcase? Why are you going to the airport?

It's outfits. Clothes are in there for Vanessa.

-Who the fuck is Vanessa? -Vanessa Lampton.

She's an exec at Smithereen.

Her stylist told me that I need to go to Heathrow.

She's got a bunch of outfits and she's gotta pick one.

That's my job, man. I'm just an intern.

So why are you dressed like that? That's a suit.

-You're wearing a fucking suit. -It's my first week.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Okay.

-Fuck! -Fuck!

Modern fucking companies! Everyone looks so fucking young!

How is anybody looking in supposed to have a sense of the fucking hierarchy?!

Jesus Christ! Half of you cunts coming out of the building

are dressed like fucking gap-year students.

I mean, what...?

Fuck! Children.

The whole Smithereen building

is a box full of fucking children getting their fingers everywhere.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep... Wiping your shit.

Your fucking app shit up on everybody's phone.

Everywhere you look, people are hooked on the things!

It's like chain-smoking. Did you make a lot of cash out of that, did you?

And you lot are hooked on them as well.

Every single person that comes out of that building's going...

People don't even look up anymore.

The sky could turn fucking purple and you cunts wouldn't notice for a month.

You didn't look up and look where that got you,

sitting in the back like that.

An intern. Why didn't you dress like a fucking intern?! Jesus!

All right, work with it, work with it. Work with...

Fuck.

-Stop! Stop! -Don't kill me.

-I'll shoot you! -No, no!

Don't move.

-I'm trying to breathe! I'm sorry. -Shut up.

-I'm sorry. I won't run again. -Get up, move.

-I won't run. I won't run. -Move. Shut up!

-Get in. Get in the car. -Please!

-Get in the car. -No, no!

-Don't put me... -Get in!

-Look, I can't go in there. -Get in, get in.

I can't go in there. I've got claustrophobia, man.

I'm claustrophobic. Please, please, please!

-Get in. -Please don't put me in there.

Just get in. Just do as I say.

-Please. -Stay fucking quiet.

-All right? -Please, please, don't put...

No! I can't be in small places!

Please! Please!

-I just can't be in small... -Oh, fucking hell.

Help! Please.

-Okay. Shut up, shut up, shut up. -Please, please.

Okay, okay.

Look at me.

You can sit in the back seat if you put this on and you don't move.

-Okay? Okay? -I won't, I won't, I won't move.

-Okay. -Do I have to put it on?

Yeah.

I'll fucking kill you if you don't keep down.

Fucking hell.

Okay. Lie down.

I'm gonna be sick.

Be quiet. You're okay.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna be sick, please.

-Get down! -Please, I'm gonna be sick.

-I'm gonna throw up. Please. -Get down!

What are these?

They didn't have cheese and onion.

Fuck's sake.