In the Cloud

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1

(intense music playing)

[Doc voiceover]

So many of us have fallen

for the great lie.

The myth of progress.

The shiny idea that things

can only get better.

The human condition.

Humans themselves.

Technology will perfect us

and the world around us.

Won't it?

But what if,

what if progress

isn't inevitable?

What if it doesn't get better?

Computers.

They got their start by calculating

the fastest way to kill.

The nuclear dream?

Well, that gave us the bomb.

We think we're doing

the right thing.

We think we learn from history.

But as a great physicist

once said,

"Science advances

one funeral at a time."

Ain't that the fucking truth.

(brakes squealing)

(bomb exploding)

(sirens blaring)

Hey.

- Did you sleep at all?

- No, not really.

But I'm okay I think.

- You'll be great.

- Thanks.

(machine beeping)

(audience applauding)

Thank you. Thank you.

Can I say what a privilege

it's been to lead this mission.

And I couldn't have done it

without your help.

Without your blood,

your sweat, and your tears.

But we did it!

(audience cheering

and applauding)

We did it!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the first digitized map

of the human brain.

(audience applauding)

Nice one, Theo.

This is my digitized brain.

All my memories, my fears,

my hopes, my secrets,

buried in there somewhere.

But we want to extract them.

Can we?

We will.

We will.

Over here?

This represents my first kiss.

(audience chuckling)

Over here, the day that

I lobbed the ball

over the goalkeeper to score

from the half way line.

(audience laughing)

And here.

Is the day I held my daughter

in my hands for the first time.

But is it enough?

Are we content with that?

We always want to return.

To experience those feelings

as if for the first time!

But there's a price

to be paid for that.

What is it that we give up in...

(electricity sizzling)

(mumbling)

What...

(audience gasps)

(audience members

chattering indistinctly)

Someone call

a bloody ambulance!

(panting)

(moaning)

(phone ringing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't!

Hello?

Yeah, no, I...

What?

Wait, what?

Hale, what is it?

(Rabbi singing

in a foreign language)

(light chattering)

Hey.

Get in.

- What did you do?

- What did I do?

- Yeah.

- That's a good one.

Yeah, you always need

someone to blame.

Look, we both know

this is about you.

- This is about me.

- Just...

give me a heads up.

Let me know

what I'm walking into.

Shut up.

(bell dings)

Jesus.

[Theo]

Holy shit.

[Mary] Boys,

this is Paul Avalon, MI5.

Mary.

Theo. Hale.

I'm incredibly sorry

to throw you into this shitstorm

during your time of grief.

This is Max Kavinksy.

He's responsible

for the terror attack.

[Paul] Actually,

he turned himself in

before the first bomb went off.

Seven days ago.

Marched into Stockwell station.

Looked the copper

in the eyes and said...

So, I hid bombs

all over the city.

And they'll detonate

at random intervals.

It's time to take back

our future.

[Mary]

Before Doc died,

- he was working on memory diving.

- Bullshit.

Brain mapping was the

breakthrough he was waiting for.

You mapped a brain?

Life didn't end

when you left the lab.

[Mary] He was on the verge

of figuring out the dives.

In theory.

Isn't it about time you two

put your differences aside?

We need you on this.

If you guys can finish

what he started,

you'll save god knows

how many lives.

Hold on, hold on, kid.

Time out.

So what you're saying

is that Doc was trying to...

[Theo]

Get into his memory,

to find the other bombs.

Yes.

(laughing)

I mean, that's gold.

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