Distorted Page #4

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- I will.

Good girl.

[distorted static]

[sputters, coughs]

Ali?

[distorted static]

- Lauren, help her!

- [Ali sputtering]

It's okay, sweetheart.

It's okay.

[Ali coughs]

It's okay.

Have you heard of, uh...

pulsed electromagnetic fields,

or, uh, covert hypnosis?

[drops cutlery]

Okay.

Let me ask you this.

Why, why you? Why can't I hear

any of these sounds?

Why can't I see any

of these images?

I think it has something

to do with my medication.

I think it acts as

some sort of buffer.

Or it could be the manic

depression itself.

I'm wired differently than you.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm feeling fine.

Maybe we should go see

Beatrice in the morning.

I don't need to see Beatrice.

I need you to listen to me.

I am listening to you,

Lauren, I am.

Conspiracy theories,

delusions of persecution,

messages being sent

through the TV.

[bangs table]

Lauren can't you see? It's

happening all over again.

[sighs]

[distorted static]

[elevator dings]

[gasps]

Oh!

[car alarm honking]

[Lauren sobbing]

You're still grieving,

and you're still healing.

It all takes time.

Often a lot more

time than we'd like.

[keyboard clicking]

[phone rings]

Hello.

[man] Why me?

Your posts are smart,

well referenced, and, uh,

I don't have anyone else.

Hello?

I'm sending you encrypted

documents, read them.

Password is your

favorite coffee shop.

[coin clinks]

[knocking]

[man] Phone.

- Is it off?

- Yeah.

Close the door.

I'll give you two minutes.

Okay, uh.

The information you sent me,

I get it.

The CIA caught up in

a mind control arms race

with the Russians

and the Chinese.

But, uh, what does that...

well, isn't that ancient

history?

Well, it's by definition

an idea ahead of its time.

The digital technologies

advance, so theory and practice

finally and tragically meet.

What are you experiencing?

Coercive flash images, I think,

and, uh, some kind of

binaural sounds.

- I'll send you more documents.

- Okay.

You're not paranoid.

[scratching]

[inhales sharply]

[gasps]

Oh, God!

- Okay.

- Thank you, sir.

So apparently he had a

history of mental illness.

We have to get out

of here, Russel.

He wasn't well.

There's nothing more

to it than that.

[camera clicks]

[keyboard clicking]

[distorted static]

[exhales]

[Russel]

I'd say earlier is better.

Not very many people

around that time of day.

I just wouldn't want

anyone to get hurt.

[Lauren] Who you talking to?

I thought I heard you

talking to someone.

No, I wasn't talking

to anyone, Lauren.

I just couldn't sleep and, uh...

it beats warm milk.

[ice clinks]

You sure you don't

want me to stay home?

No. I'll be fine.

Just call me if you

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