Pulse (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb.
It's an EMP...
Fries every electrical circuit.
So
This was an act of terrorism...
It's fried everything!
Nothing works!
Leaves building intact.
But now dead,
and toxic.
Fries people's heads.
Out of my way!
What the fuck is going on!?
In a total lockdown,
where paranoia and psychosis
now rule,
how will you escape?
Which character will you play?
Will it be "Germaphobic Cole':"
Idealist.
Puzzle solver.
Loyal to a fault.
Or "Psychopath Fitch':"
Aggressive.
Subversive.
Has no Fear.
Or will you chose me?
I'm "Alice'.
My syndrome is "Wonderland'.
Far sight.
Distorted reality.
It's my one edge,
against the "monsters'."
Monsters like you.
I'm coming!
It's fine.
The Promo works.
You hate "fine'."
It's the rest that disappoints.
Have we done enough?
Give enough?
Jaz, that's us in there.
Too many meetings.
Too much good got dumped.
We've done our best.
Of course, not everyone's
got a lot to give.
Hey, we survived!
Did we?
We'll see.
You've got to be kidding!
After all the time
we've spent in here?
Games in the box!
Jaz, it's done!
You should feel proud
of yourself.
You think he's satisfied?
Yeah, with himself!
Still need his approval?
You hate elevators, Charlie.
You should take the
fuckin' stairs.
Your mum called.
Again!
She likes you!
She likes to talk about you.
She'd like to talk to
you, and you're not picking up.
Uhm!
She worries, you know?
She knows how tight
it's been, and what that can do.
It's a guilt trip.
She blames herself for
my bad genes.
Like either of us had a choice.
I'll walk over to Gene,
and tell her it's signed off.
I'll call mom!
Add to the stress!
You are right.
It's not always easy to talk.
Even when you've lots to say.
Thanks, got an hour to go.
See you later.
It's done.
You should be proud of yourself.
I'll swing by in the
morning to say thanks to the team.
Umm...
We lost Lauren.
Shit, why?
She did a really great job!
Errol came and gave her
the marching orders
a few minutes ago.
He scares me.
Shit!
We need to talk about the lift.
Yeah, um, we spoke
to the landlord.
And they'll fix the other lift,
to access your floors
and the rest of the building,
but, we're not sharing
our lift with you.
I gotta take this. We can
talk about it in the morning.
Hey, baby girl!
Mom!
You look exhausted!
I know what
"crunch-time' is."
All that stress...
What it can mean.
"Wonderland' comes."
It goes.
Eventually it'll leave
altogether, I mean, it did for you.
It hasn't for you!
I know you're worried!
You worry one day it'll come
and stay for good.
I know you!
I know it seems like Grandma
soothed your "Wonderland' away."
But she didn't.
It's just how you
like to think of it.
You think you can sooth
mine. You can't.
When Wonderland really hit,
I had "Pulse'."
Building our first game
was my cure.
Building the re-boot has been
my therapy...
Yeah, it hasn't been great
therapy.
What about that thing.
With... Errol?
It didn't work out, Mom.
Not Errol.
Not the Game. Neither like
I thought they would.
I've learned, though,
that love sucks.
And "Pulse' isn't
our game anymore."
I have time now.
You should come over - soon!
Our last line of defence!
Stay strong!
So...
Any idea of the unhappy
author of our Ego-graffito?
So unhappy he thinks it's
best underlined...
Well, not so unhappy he ain't
clearly pleased with the word-play.
It's everywhere.
Could be anyone.
"It-could-only-be..
Caspar-Lee'."
Ain't that so, folks.
Could you please.
I can still see it.
And we'll keep seeing it
until you find out who's doing it.
I already did.
Errol Jones thinks
it's Caspar Lee.
I know who it is.
And?
I'm building a case.
Eddie Coetze.
Still playing games.
And you...
Still wasting time.
The game's ready,
it's almost in the box.
Ok, I gotta go, Mom.
Talk soon.
Jesus, Eddie!
But it isn't, is it?
"Ready'..."
You look tired, Jaz.
Another migraine?
I'll survive.
After all these months,
you must be exhausted.
Yeah but, we're done.
Most have gone home.
It's finished.
Anything exciting,
maybe, even... original?
It's a reboot. Eddie.
Same model, new clothes.
Come on, you know that.
Yes. Yes, I know,
I know, but it's...
But it's about more than
just graphics.
Start again.
You're kidding me?
You have to!
I can tell.
Just looking at you.
I'd love to, but we can't.
You made too many compromises.
Spoken like a true gamer.
But welcome to the rather
different world of game development.
Missed, then...
A chance for real innovation?
"Electromagnetic Pulse
Bomb Sends Everybody Mad'."
How's that?
That's "Pulse'."
Five years on,
and the re-boot? What's new?
We've gone from Indie,
all the way to corporate mincer.
Sometimes there's just no
warming a publisher's cold feet.
"Innovation'?"
These days, Eddie,
we just do as we're told.
So you went for... safe?
Formulaic.
It's fine!
Look... it's all good.
Okay?
Stagnant... Predictable.
How good can it be?
Don't hold your breath.
I made some suggestions.
More notes?
I can't take them.
Take it!
Read it. You're the
writers, you could use it.
We won't use them!
I'm sorry, Eddie.
I'll take a look at them, okay?
But it's not our call any.
It's not our game.
We're just cogs these day,
we're not... innovators.
You used to be.
Yeah.
You've just forgotten.
Hear you've been busy?
Gene just told me.
It's Lauren, "Art & Design'."
Game's all but wrapped,
and she's leaving.
What? Burned-out?
Tossed out!
Errol just fired her.
What?
Oh relax, Pumpkin.
It's been coming
since the "crunch'."
She was clearly laying tracks
with a speeding train
whistling up her ass...
You should have just
delegated to the slave-labor.
Dumped on interns.
Nice.
Yeah, because that's what
you would've done.
Happy days!
They made me a producer.
So these days, all I do is
herd goats.
Even if it's over a cliff?
And you're perfect for.
Selfish. Ruthless.
Two-faced.
The perfect corporate bully-boy.
When the hell did we sell out?
When?
When it worked!
When "Pulse' flew and we swapped"
bedrooms for this office.
When we got a publisher, Jaz.
The guys who moved us
into four floors
of this shitty-ass building!
That's when...
The day we sold the
re-boot idea, Sweetheart.
Prayed we'd take it
"All-the-way to fuckin'-Triple'!"
Remember that, Jaz?
Yeah!
There, look!
See what he's doing?
He knows that damn thing
irritates me!
That's why he's doing it.
Hang-on!
What's this?
We're getting love-letters
from Eddie now?
It's more notes.
From the security guy?
The guy in the hairpiece he
thinks no one notices.
Lots of notes.
If barely a word to
anyone, but Jaz.
You've seen those
rubber-bands at his wrists.
He's a package wrapped
way too tight.
It's a stress thing.
Believe me. I know.
Eddie... is an
angry man!
- Get to work, everybody.
- That's just plain rude!
Should've used so much more of
the "chaos' in the market place."
Right under your feet.
In the people.
The hawkers and hipsters.
Rogue-traders...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Game-makers...
People...
Different backgrounds.
Cultures, perspectives.
Fears...
You got a "sick building' and a
harsh reality."
All here...
And didn't use it... right.
Then there's the Pulse.
Why so much bang-for-the buck?
When you know it comes with
a gentle kiss.
What the hell?
Here, check this out.
What do you think?
I think we should do
something like this...
That's weird!
What the hell was that?
Jaz, what's wrong?
You ok?
It's trembling.
It comes... softly.
In small surprises.
The little things.
What the fuck is going on?
What is this doing here?
Something's wrong with Martin.
You okay?
Can you breathe?
By the time you hear it.
See it... feel it...
It's already gone.
So, is he dead?
You're an asshole!
Must be some kind
of power surge?
Nope. The lights are on,
Pumpkin.
Aargh...
They thought you were dead!
No, we didn't.
My God, are you okay?
Shit!
Line's dead.
It's got to be a power surge?
Something surged up
through the wiring behind the walls.
I saw it.
I could feel it.
Didn't you see it?
My cell-phone's dead.
Shit, so is my watch.
That's some surge.
Got to get you some help.
What is it?
I'm thinking...
Maybe it's an old mine?
This damn town was
built on gold.
Maybe it's a landslide?
No, no, no,
if that was the case,
this whole shit-pile
would've dropped.
Oh, shit! Your heart!
Your surgery.
The stress!
The mold.
This bad air, and now this!
We've got to get him
out of here!
Correction!
Get us all out!
The door's locked.
It won't open.
All these years in the business.
From Pac-Man, all
the way to pacemaker...
You gonna make it, Marty?
We are getting him out of here!
I am just asking, Jaz.
"Cos I'm thinking.."
I'm thinking it ain't over yet.
Aargh!
Oh, boy!
Trouble's coming!
More tremors?
Like an after-shock?
Exactly like,
The "Real time Effect'."
You know what I'm talking about.
You all do.
The second wave is coming.
We'll ride this out together.
And it's back!
Jesus, it's hot!
Déjà vu?
Oh, it's coming, Sweetheart!
We both know it... it's coming
like a fucking tsunami.
Aagh!
You see it?
In neon!
No!
Chem-sticks.
Chem-sticks.
Cheap.
Effective.
No plug-ins, no batteries.
Just chemicals.
Trapped with toxic fumes,
and more chemicals!
At least you know
what shit you're in.
A virtual... as reality.
Is "Alice' still in
"Wonderland'?
It's over.
Just leave her alone, alright!
Her head still hurts.
Martin's dead, Errol.
Does that mean anything to you?
It means we've got to go.
It means we've got no choice.
You know the storyline.
We're in total lockdown,
and no one is coming.
"Storyline'?"
We'll wait more.
Someone will come.
Someone did come!
You know how this works,
Pumpkin?
Someone- and what's the betting,
with aluminum beer-kegs
and copper wire.
Real fan!
Someone who decided we
should all play this game for real!
Someone like you?
Someone with an EMP bomb!
That's just bullshit
and wishful thinking.
Ask Jaz!
She saw it.
I don't know what I saw.
But Errol's right...
We gotta go.
Everything electrical.
Plugged or unplugged.
Anything with batteries.
Dead!
Anything magnetic-dead.
Anything just went
magnetic! Guess what-dead!
Come on, guys!
We wrote this shit!
That thing pulsed, and went
straight through his pace-maker.
Into our heads!
And it's still feeding.
Ain't that right, Jaz?
You know what I think?
I think you're insane!
Way, way worse, Sweetheart!
I think we all are!
Help!
Help!
Hello? No! Help!
Help!
We need to get out, man!
In case of an emergency,
move calmly towards the exits.
But what if there are no exits?
This isn't the game.
I don't want to play the game.
Looks like Marty got an idea.
You know...
You know I have a sore throat?
A sinus problem.
You know why?
Sure, I just don't give a fuck!
That's the only way out.
Cas! Cas, look at me.
Cas. Hey, look at me.
We gotta go.
Something surged. It blew the as
before they could trigger.
And maybe he's right.
I think he is.
Maybe it did melt every
circuit in the place, but maybe...
it also left the shell intact.
You know, like a pulse
bomb does?
And that's good news,
yes... and, it's bad.
- It's the itchy hand.
- Yeah.
Bad air.
The mold.
It's everywhere.
Everyone's sick.
This place is sick!
It's dangerous and that's
my point.
We're here and no one's coming.
It wants to kill me!
We could all die here
before anyone ever notices.
My guess?
Outside, nobody knows.
Outside, nothing looks wrong,
when inside, everything is!
That's why we've got to go.
Figure our own way out.
While we still can.
What is it?
You need more, Pumpkin?
Eddie is on the other
end of this!
We know Eddie's an angry man.
You want him to come?
He's been watching us.
Listening... Maybe for
months now.
Maybe he did it.
We know he's obsessed with her.
Oh, come on!
It was a pulse, and you know it.
And we all know what it does
to the old grey matter.
It sends people "loco'!"
Enough! We're in enough
trouble here
without you ramping up...
His paranoia.
Eddie!
Please.
Cheap.
Low spec!
Who else could it be?
Who the hell else cares!
I thought we did!
You know Eddie's had his
weird agenda for months now?
What's that agenda now, huh?
And you, you want to be here
when he rolls up with it?
Speak of the Devi!
Eddie's up there!
Is he coming here?
Where else?
Of course, being paranoid don't
mean the monsters ain't real, Pumpkin.
That isn't Eddie.
No. That's an
anti-climax.
Something more to say,
Gene? Uhm?
"The Janitor' is here."
Follow him.
He will save you all.
Good to know.
"The Janitor' is carrying
the one damn flashlight that works."
Capacitor LED bulb.
No batteries.
That's Martin.
He's dead.
I'm Caspar.
I'm not going up there!
Will you open the door, please?
No.
This is the only way.
That's the only option?
"The Janitor' knows best."
Who knows who else is stuck?
We gotta help get the
others out.
"Others'?"
Folks like you, Pumpkin.
Folks with "issues'."
Likely just flipped all
the way to "max'."
Together, Cas...
I know who we all are,
and if there's... problems,
I can hold us all together.
"Wonderland'. The one
syndrome that comes good."
Reality may distort,
but you know what?
It's still there.
And Alice...
She's our voice of
reason and restraint.
She even knows what's
real, and what ain't.
Our "sanity-gauge'."
Or would you rather
stay with Marty?
What, you going to wait
for Eddie to show up?
I'm coming.
Come on, Pumpkin, after you!
Come on!
Spooky, Marty!
I like it already!
Audio-cues.
The power of unsettling sounds..
Right before the jump scare.
That Jaz!
She break your heart too?
But I can make things right.
"Level Design for Beginners"
Genre: "Survival-Horror'."
A tutorial.
You missed, motherfucker!
It's my water.
You can't have it!
Oh no!
Not now!
It's an EMP...
Fries every electrical circuit.
So
This was an act of terrorism...
It's fried everything!
Nothing works!
Leaves building intact.
But now dead,
and toxic.
Fries people's heads.
Out of my way!
What the fuck is going on!?
In a total lockdown,
where paranoia and psychosis
now rule,
how will you escape?
Which character will you play?
Will it be "Germaphobic Cole':"
Idealist.
Puzzle solver.
Loyal to a fault.
Or "Psychopath Fitch':"
Aggressive.
Subversive.
Has no Fear.
Or will you chose me?
I'm "Alice'.
My syndrome is "Wonderland'.
Far sight.
Distorted reality.
It's my one edge,
against the "monsters'."
Monsters like you.
I'm coming!
It's fine.
The Promo works.
You hate "fine'."
It's the rest that disappoints.
Have we done enough?
Give enough?
Jaz, that's us in there.
Too many meetings.
Too much good got dumped.
We've done our best.
Of course, not everyone's
got a lot to give.
Hey, we survived!
Did we?
We'll see.
You've got to be kidding!
After all the time
we've spent in here?
Games in the box!
Jaz, it's done!
You should feel proud
of yourself.
You think he's satisfied?
Yeah, with himself!
Still need his approval?
You hate elevators, Charlie.
You should take the
fuckin' stairs.
Your mum called.
Again!
She likes you!
She likes to talk about you.
She'd like to talk to
you, and you're not picking up.
Uhm!
She worries, you know?
She knows how tight
it's been, and what that can do.
It's a guilt trip.
She blames herself for
my bad genes.
Like either of us had a choice.
I'll walk over to Gene,
and tell her it's signed off.
I'll call mom!
Add to the stress!
You are right.
It's not always easy to talk.
Even when you've lots to say.
Thanks, got an hour to go.
See you later.
It's done.
You should be proud of yourself.
I'll swing by in the
morning to say thanks to the team.
Umm...
We lost Lauren.
Shit, why?
She did a really great job!
Errol came and gave her
the marching orders
a few minutes ago.
He scares me.
Shit!
We need to talk about the lift.
Yeah, um, we spoke
to the landlord.
And they'll fix the other lift,
to access your floors
and the rest of the building,
but, we're not sharing
our lift with you.
I gotta take this. We can
talk about it in the morning.
Hey, baby girl!
Mom!
You look exhausted!
I know what
"crunch-time' is."
All that stress...
What it can mean.
"Wonderland' comes."
It goes.
Eventually it'll leave
altogether, I mean, it did for you.
It hasn't for you!
I know you're worried!
You worry one day it'll come
and stay for good.
I know you!
I know it seems like Grandma
soothed your "Wonderland' away."
But she didn't.
It's just how you
like to think of it.
You think you can sooth
mine. You can't.
When Wonderland really hit,
I had "Pulse'."
Building our first game
was my cure.
Building the re-boot has been
my therapy...
Yeah, it hasn't been great
therapy.
What about that thing.
With... Errol?
It didn't work out, Mom.
Not Errol.
Not the Game. Neither like
I thought they would.
I've learned, though,
that love sucks.
And "Pulse' isn't
our game anymore."
I have time now.
You should come over - soon!
Our last line of defence!
Stay strong!
So...
Any idea of the unhappy
author of our Ego-graffito?
So unhappy he thinks it's
best underlined...
Well, not so unhappy he ain't
clearly pleased with the word-play.
It's everywhere.
Could be anyone.
"It-could-only-be..
Caspar-Lee'."
Ain't that so, folks.
Could you please.
I can still see it.
And we'll keep seeing it
until you find out who's doing it.
I already did.
Errol Jones thinks
it's Caspar Lee.
I know who it is.
And?
I'm building a case.
Eddie Coetze.
Still playing games.
And you...
Still wasting time.
The game's ready,
it's almost in the box.
Ok, I gotta go, Mom.
Talk soon.
Jesus, Eddie!
But it isn't, is it?
"Ready'..."
You look tired, Jaz.
Another migraine?
I'll survive.
After all these months,
you must be exhausted.
Yeah but, we're done.
Most have gone home.
It's finished.
Anything exciting,
maybe, even... original?
It's a reboot. Eddie.
Same model, new clothes.
Come on, you know that.
Yes. Yes, I know,
I know, but it's...
But it's about more than
just graphics.
Start again.
You're kidding me?
You have to!
I can tell.
Just looking at you.
I'd love to, but we can't.
You made too many compromises.
Spoken like a true gamer.
But welcome to the rather
different world of game development.
Missed, then...
A chance for real innovation?
"Electromagnetic Pulse
Bomb Sends Everybody Mad'."
How's that?
That's "Pulse'."
Five years on,
and the re-boot? What's new?
We've gone from Indie,
all the way to corporate mincer.
Sometimes there's just no
warming a publisher's cold feet.
"Innovation'?"
These days, Eddie,
we just do as we're told.
So you went for... safe?
Formulaic.
It's fine!
Look... it's all good.
Okay?
Stagnant... Predictable.
How good can it be?
Don't hold your breath.
I made some suggestions.
More notes?
I can't take them.
Take it!
Read it. You're the
writers, you could use it.
We won't use them!
I'm sorry, Eddie.
I'll take a look at them, okay?
But it's not our call any.
It's not our game.
We're just cogs these day,
we're not... innovators.
You used to be.
Yeah.
You've just forgotten.
Hear you've been busy?
Gene just told me.
It's Lauren, "Art & Design'."
Game's all but wrapped,
and she's leaving.
What? Burned-out?
Tossed out!
Errol just fired her.
What?
Oh relax, Pumpkin.
It's been coming
since the "crunch'."
She was clearly laying tracks
with a speeding train
whistling up her ass...
You should have just
delegated to the slave-labor.
Dumped on interns.
Nice.
Yeah, because that's what
you would've done.
Happy days!
They made me a producer.
So these days, all I do is
herd goats.
Even if it's over a cliff?
And you're perfect for.
Selfish. Ruthless.
Two-faced.
The perfect corporate bully-boy.
When the hell did we sell out?
When?
When it worked!
When "Pulse' flew and we swapped"
bedrooms for this office.
When we got a publisher, Jaz.
The guys who moved us
into four floors
of this shitty-ass building!
That's when...
The day we sold the
re-boot idea, Sweetheart.
Prayed we'd take it
"All-the-way to fuckin'-Triple'!"
Remember that, Jaz?
Yeah!
There, look!
See what he's doing?
He knows that damn thing
irritates me!
That's why he's doing it.
Hang-on!
What's this?
We're getting love-letters
from Eddie now?
It's more notes.
From the security guy?
The guy in the hairpiece he
thinks no one notices.
Lots of notes.
If barely a word to
anyone, but Jaz.
You've seen those
rubber-bands at his wrists.
He's a package wrapped
way too tight.
It's a stress thing.
Believe me. I know.
Eddie... is an
angry man!
- Get to work, everybody.
- That's just plain rude!
Should've used so much more of
the "chaos' in the market place."
Right under your feet.
In the people.
The hawkers and hipsters.
Rogue-traders...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Game-makers...
People...
Different backgrounds.
Cultures, perspectives.
Fears...
You got a "sick building' and a
harsh reality."
All here...
And didn't use it... right.
Then there's the Pulse.
Why so much bang-for-the buck?
When you know it comes with
a gentle kiss.
What the hell?
Here, check this out.
What do you think?
I think we should do
something like this...
That's weird!
What the hell was that?
Jaz, what's wrong?
You ok?
It's trembling.
It comes... softly.
In small surprises.
The little things.
What the fuck is going on?
What is this doing here?
Something's wrong with Martin.
You okay?
Can you breathe?
By the time you hear it.
See it... feel it...
It's already gone.
So, is he dead?
You're an asshole!
Must be some kind
of power surge?
Nope. The lights are on,
Pumpkin.
Aargh...
They thought you were dead!
No, we didn't.
My God, are you okay?
Shit!
Line's dead.
It's got to be a power surge?
Something surged up
through the wiring behind the walls.
I saw it.
I could feel it.
Didn't you see it?
My cell-phone's dead.
Shit, so is my watch.
That's some surge.
Got to get you some help.
What is it?
I'm thinking...
Maybe it's an old mine?
This damn town was
built on gold.
Maybe it's a landslide?
No, no, no,
if that was the case,
this whole shit-pile
would've dropped.
Oh, shit! Your heart!
Your surgery.
The stress!
The mold.
This bad air, and now this!
We've got to get him
out of here!
Correction!
Get us all out!
The door's locked.
It won't open.
All these years in the business.
From Pac-Man, all
the way to pacemaker...
You gonna make it, Marty?
We are getting him out of here!
I am just asking, Jaz.
"Cos I'm thinking.."
I'm thinking it ain't over yet.
Aargh!
Oh, boy!
Trouble's coming!
More tremors?
Like an after-shock?
Exactly like,
The "Real time Effect'."
You know what I'm talking about.
You all do.
The second wave is coming.
We'll ride this out together.
And it's back!
Jesus, it's hot!
Déjà vu?
Oh, it's coming, Sweetheart!
We both know it... it's coming
like a fucking tsunami.
Aagh!
You see it?
In neon!
No!
Chem-sticks.
Chem-sticks.
Cheap.
Effective.
No plug-ins, no batteries.
Just chemicals.
Trapped with toxic fumes,
and more chemicals!
At least you know
what shit you're in.
A virtual... as reality.
Is "Alice' still in
"Wonderland'?
It's over.
Just leave her alone, alright!
Her head still hurts.
Martin's dead, Errol.
Does that mean anything to you?
It means we've got to go.
It means we've got no choice.
You know the storyline.
We're in total lockdown,
and no one is coming.
"Storyline'?"
We'll wait more.
Someone will come.
Someone did come!
You know how this works,
Pumpkin?
Someone- and what's the betting,
with aluminum beer-kegs
and copper wire.
Real fan!
Someone who decided we
should all play this game for real!
Someone like you?
Someone with an EMP bomb!
That's just bullshit
and wishful thinking.
Ask Jaz!
She saw it.
I don't know what I saw.
But Errol's right...
We gotta go.
Everything electrical.
Plugged or unplugged.
Anything with batteries.
Dead!
Anything magnetic-dead.
Anything just went
magnetic! Guess what-dead!
Come on, guys!
We wrote this shit!
That thing pulsed, and went
straight through his pace-maker.
Into our heads!
And it's still feeding.
Ain't that right, Jaz?
You know what I think?
I think you're insane!
Way, way worse, Sweetheart!
I think we all are!
Help!
Help!
Hello? No! Help!
Help!
We need to get out, man!
In case of an emergency,
move calmly towards the exits.
But what if there are no exits?
This isn't the game.
I don't want to play the game.
Looks like Marty got an idea.
You know...
You know I have a sore throat?
A sinus problem.
You know why?
Sure, I just don't give a fuck!
That's the only way out.
Cas! Cas, look at me.
Cas. Hey, look at me.
We gotta go.
Something surged. It blew the as
before they could trigger.
And maybe he's right.
I think he is.
Maybe it did melt every
circuit in the place, but maybe...
it also left the shell intact.
You know, like a pulse
bomb does?
And that's good news,
yes... and, it's bad.
- It's the itchy hand.
- Yeah.
Bad air.
The mold.
It's everywhere.
Everyone's sick.
This place is sick!
It's dangerous and that's
my point.
We're here and no one's coming.
It wants to kill me!
We could all die here
before anyone ever notices.
My guess?
Outside, nobody knows.
Outside, nothing looks wrong,
when inside, everything is!
That's why we've got to go.
Figure our own way out.
While we still can.
What is it?
You need more, Pumpkin?
Eddie is on the other
end of this!
We know Eddie's an angry man.
You want him to come?
He's been watching us.
Listening... Maybe for
months now.
Maybe he did it.
We know he's obsessed with her.
Oh, come on!
It was a pulse, and you know it.
And we all know what it does
to the old grey matter.
It sends people "loco'!"
Enough! We're in enough
trouble here
without you ramping up...
His paranoia.
Eddie!
Please.
Cheap.
Low spec!
Who else could it be?
Who the hell else cares!
I thought we did!
You know Eddie's had his
weird agenda for months now?
What's that agenda now, huh?
And you, you want to be here
when he rolls up with it?
Speak of the Devi!
Eddie's up there!
Is he coming here?
Where else?
Of course, being paranoid don't
mean the monsters ain't real, Pumpkin.
That isn't Eddie.
No. That's an
anti-climax.
Something more to say,
Gene? Uhm?
"The Janitor' is here."
Follow him.
He will save you all.
Good to know.
"The Janitor' is carrying
the one damn flashlight that works."
Capacitor LED bulb.
No batteries.
That's Martin.
He's dead.
I'm Caspar.
I'm not going up there!
Will you open the door, please?
No.
This is the only way.
That's the only option?
"The Janitor' knows best."
Who knows who else is stuck?
We gotta help get the
others out.
"Others'?"
Folks like you, Pumpkin.
Folks with "issues'."
Likely just flipped all
the way to "max'."
Together, Cas...
I know who we all are,
and if there's... problems,
I can hold us all together.
"Wonderland'. The one
syndrome that comes good."
Reality may distort,
but you know what?
It's still there.
And Alice...
She's our voice of
reason and restraint.
She even knows what's
real, and what ain't.
Our "sanity-gauge'."
Or would you rather
stay with Marty?
What, you going to wait
for Eddie to show up?
I'm coming.
Come on, Pumpkin, after you!
Come on!
Spooky, Marty!
I like it already!
Audio-cues.
The power of unsettling sounds..
Right before the jump scare.
That Jaz!
She break your heart too?
But I can make things right.
"Level Design for Beginners"
Genre: "Survival-Horror'."
A tutorial.
You missed, motherfucker!
It's my water.
You can't have it!
Oh no!
Not now!