Box, The (2009)

[bunniefuu]

[MACHINE HUMMING]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

You hear something?

ARTHUR:
It's the doorbell.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hm.

What time is it?

Quarter to 6.

- What is it?
- Someone left a box.

Who?

I don't know.
There was a car and they just drove off.

BOY:
Did Santa come early this year?

I guess we're up.

ARTHUR: You never really believed
in Santa Claus, did you?

WALTER: You should've come up
with a better story...

...than a fat guy
coming down the chimney.

- It's so illogical.
ARTHUR: And ill*gal.

WALTER:
It's breaking and entering.

ARTHUR:
What kind of car was it?

Well, it was black.

- Okay.
- Why would they just drive off?

I don't know, sweetheart.

Get the box.

What is it?

Never seen anything like it before
in my life.

Well, you need a key to open it.

There's a note.

Looks like a wedding invitation.

Is it some sort of bridesmaid gift
from the Powells?

NORMA: "Mr. Steward will call upon you
at 5 p.m."

Do you know a Mr. Steward?

I don't. Do you?

- It's snowing.
- It won't stick.

Hey. PB and J.

- Did you cut the bread into squares?
- Of course, like always.

Well, don't do that.
Squares are for babies.

- Hey, Mrs. Lewis.
- Hi, Mrs. Lewis.

NORMA:
Morning, boys.

Feel free to call me Norma.
Mrs. Lewis makes me feel old.

You are old.

I'm only 35.

WALTER:
Yeah, to us, that's old.

You're kind of a geezer.

NORMA: You'll be a geezer one day too,
Mr. Smarty-Pants.

Why does the bus stop have to be
in the front of my driveway?

So I can watch my little Walter
get on the bus safe, in one piece.

WALTER: Please go inside,
you're embarrassing me.

NORMA: My love embarrasses you?
WALTER: Yes, it does.

What if I give my big strong Walter
a big hug and a kiss...

...right before he gets on the bus?

BOY: Do it, do it.
WALTER: Mom, get off.

Bye, Walter. See you boys later.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
- Will not be a year of politics as usual.

It can be a year of inspiration and hope.

Little early for a midlife crisis,
don't you think?

- And it will be a year of concern...
- So, who's Mr. Steward?

...of quiet and sober reassessment...
- I have no idea.

Is it someone from school?

I don't know.

Is it your secret lover?

I hate you.

I hate you too.

Three strangers trapped in a room
for all eternity.

Each wanting something from the other.

A wish unfulfilled.

This is Sartre's vision of hell.

Hell is other people.

Yes. Hell is other people
seeing you for who you truly are.

So, what does this mean for Estelle?

It means she's going to rot in hell.

She's a sl*t who married for money
and k*lled her baby.

It's slightly more complicated than that,
Charles.

See, she was poor and married into money
to save her family.

What happened to your foot?

I beg your pardon?

I've seen you limp.

Did something happen to your foot?

Can we see it?

- My foot?
- Yeah.

Can we see what it looks like?

WOMAN 1: Why don't you just shut up?
WOMAN 2: Yeah, come on.

What? Are you embarrassed?

MAN:
Oh, man.

Remember, everyone,
essays are due tomorrow.

WOMAN 3:
All right, I'll do it.

Whether life has begun or not...

...it is critical to our concept
of chemical evolution...

...to determine the path
of carbon chemistry.

Mars offers the first opportunity...

...to gain another perspective
in the cosmic history...

...of planetary chemistry.

- Are there any questions?
WOMAN 1: What's the next step?

Yes, in the back. Rhonda.

Yes. Can you elaborate on the soil tests?

The gas exchange experiment
measures the production...

...or uptake of C02, nitrogen...

...methane, hydrogen and oxygen...

...during the incubation
of the Martian soil sample.

Why is the National Security Agency
involved?

The NSA?

Yes, Martin Teague, deputy director
of the NSA is here in Langley.

WOMAN 2:
Why is the NSA here at Langley?

MAN 1:
Would you tell us about tests?

WOMAN 2: Would an ancient Martian
civilization have left something behind?

I have no comment,
but I thank you for the information, Rhonda.

Any other questions?

If we find water beneath the surface...

...and the orbiter photos of Utopia Planitia
indicate there were once rivers...

...on the surface of the planet...

...it's quite possible
we'll eventually find evidence of life.

And who are you?

Arthur Lewis.
I used to work in the optics lab.

I helped design the camera.

NORM: There in the back.
MAN 2: NASA continues funding...

In your short time with us, you've really
become part of our family here at Libby Hill.

That's why it's so difficult
to tell you this.

We've canceled
the faculty tuition discount.

Starting when?

Next semester.

I'm real sorry about this, Norma.

I know you are.

Your nose is bleeding.

Why does your mom limp?

None of your business.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

We're already living
paycheck to paycheck.

Well, what does Arthur think?

He doesn't know yet.

Oh, God, this is gonna devastate him.

Then again, he's still living on Mars.

- Oh, man.
- What is it with that tie?

- Third time you've worn that this week.
- This is my lucky tie.

God knows you need it.

I should loan it to you
since today's the big day, huh?

- Yep.
- Absolutely.

Planet Earth's not good enough for
old Arthur. He's gotta go up to outer space.

ARTHUR: Well, let's not get ahead
of ourselves. We shall see.

WENDELL: Yeah. You're getting
a little too big for them britches.

I'll go tell the boss you've been working
on a personal project on company time.

- Is that what you're gonna do?
- Absolutely.

- Terry, don't blow the place up.
TERRY: Yeah, I know, I know.

Well, it's a Christmas present for Norma.
Is that all right with you?

It's sweet, I guess. Where's my present?

Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

[CHATTERING]

MAN [ON TV]: Your summer favorites
are back to strut their stuff.

It's Roger, Dwayne and Rerun.

There's Roger's mama
and his lovable sister, Dee.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

It's the premiere of the show that answers
the hilarious question, "What's happening?"

Next Saturday night on ABC.

Hello. May I help you?

Mrs. Lewis?

Yes?

Hello. My name is Arlington Steward.

I assume you received the box
I left on your doorstep.

Yes.

And you found the button unit
inside the box?

Is that what you call it?

A button unit?

Yes, we do.

Please don't let my appearance
frighten you.

I assure you I'm not a monster.

I'm just a man with a job to do.

May I come in?

Sure.

Can I offer you anything?

STEWARD: Oh, no, thank you.
I never have much of an appetite.

Shall we sit down?

So...

...are you trying to sell me something?

Yes, in a way.
I do have an offer to make.

What are you offering?

A financial opportunity.

Let me explain.

In this envelope, there is a key.

I'll show you.

This key opens the glass dome
to the button unit.

Voilà.

Now, if you push the button,
two things will happen.

First, someone, somewhere in the world,
whom you don't know...

...will die.

Second...

...you will receive a payment...

...of 1 million dollars.

Tax-free.

The payment will be delivered to you
by me...

...in cash.

Just as you see here.

Oh, and Mrs. Lewis, please permit me...

...to present to you this crisp
100-dollar bill as a gift...

...in exchange for your kindness
in allowing me into your home.

NORMA: You're gonna give me
this 100-dollar bill...

...even if I say no?

That is correct.

Are you for real?

Oh, I assure you, Mrs. Lewis...

...this offer is quite real.

Well, who do you work for?

Guarantee of payment
comes with three restrictions, I'm afraid.

One, I am not permitted...

...to disclose any information
about the identity of my employers.

Two, you are not permitted
to discuss the details of this with anyone...

...except your husband, of course.

Three, you have 24 hours.

You have until 5:00 tomorrow
to make your decision.

At which point...

...I shall return
and retrieve the button unit.

It will be reprogrammed...

...and the offer will be made
to someone else.

It's been a pleasure meeting you,
Mrs. Lewis.

- It's a new prosthesis for her foot.
- You got it.

But I'm using
the new GE Silastic polymer...

...they're developing for the pilot chairs
for the shuttle.

WENDELL: Nice, pal.
- Thank you.

Hey. What happened to her foot?

When she was 17,
her brother dropped a barbell on her foot.

She thinks one of her toes is broken,
so she goes to the hospital.

The doctor sets her in a chair,
turns the x-ray machine on...

...then goes to check on another
patient down the hall.

And he forgets all about Norma.

Leaves the x-ray machine running.

Oh, Jesus, that's...

- That's not good.
- No.

The tissue in four of her toes
was completely destroyed by the radiation.

They had to amputate four of her toes?

Yep. Then they had to go in
and get skin from her inner thigh...

...to cover the front of her foot.

This is back in 1958, so they didn't
have the skin-graft techniques they do now.

And she had to sit like this,
the same position...

...full body cast, for a month,
waiting for it to heal.

Jesus. I hope she sued this idiot.

Oh, yeah. Her family sued and they won.

- What was the settlement?
- Ten thousand dollars.

If this sucker works,
she can start jogging again.

WENDELL:
I hope so.

That's a nice thing you're doing
for Norma.

Thank you, sir.

One good turn deserves another.

This just arrived for you.
Certified mail from...

The Astronaut Corps?

This is a joke?

Well, that's the way it came.
Nobody opened it.

Well, it says I was rejected.

What?

MAN:
Arthur Lewis.

His astronaut application was rejected.

Can you tell me why?

Okay.

Arthur, they say you failed
the psychological exam.

You gotta be kidding me.

That makes no sense.

Norm, I aced every test.

I was counting on this.

You know?

What am I supposed to do
with the rest of my life?

There are many great opportunities here.

Well, we just got a grant to develop optics
for the new planetary camera system.

You're perfect for it.

A quasi-managerial position
that doesn't exist?

Well, we'll always have Mars.

Alice, honey,
when are you and me gonna get together?

When Barry Goldwater
gets together with Jane Fonda.

Before I could ask him any more questions,
he got in his car and drove away.

What are you doing? Be careful.

[ARTHUR LAUGHS]

Oh, come on, Norma,
you can't think this thing's real.

- Did you get his license plate?
- No.

Your dad's a cop.
Always gotta get the license plate.

Well, I was a little overwhelmed.

Okay, so somewhere in the world
someone you don't know will die?

Yeah. Shh.

Yes, those were his exact words.

- Did he say how they would die?
- No.

ARTHUR: And he offered you a briefcase
full of cash?

Yes, he said it was a million dollars,
and it looked real.

What did he look like?

You don't wanna know.

What do you mean?

Well, he must've been a burn victim...

...because half of his face was gone.

- Really?
- Yes, gone.

- Are you messing with me?
- No.

- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.

We're gonna be late for the play.

- I'll lock it up downstairs.
- All right.

I would like to buy St. Charles Place.

Okay, St. Charles Place.

- Hi, Mrs. Lewis.
- Hi, Dana.

Did Mr. Steward show up?

Yeah, he stopped by.

Well, so, what does it do?
What happens when you push the button?

Nothing special.

Did he give you a key to the dome?
I bet it does something cool.

You sure do ask a lot of questions.

And now you're avoiding them.

Hey, big mouth, that's enough. All right?

In bed by 10:00?

WALTER: Yes, sir.
- All right.

- Thanks, Dana.
DANA: Good night.

Good night.

- That's yours.
- Okay.

My turn.

[CAROLERS SINGING
"THE FIRST NOEL"]

He was very charming.

I honestly believe he would give us
that entire briefcase full of money.

MAN:
Here you go.

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

MAN:
Forever and ever and ever.

Well, well...

...let's get on with it.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

So, what are you thinking?

All right.

Look, there's absolutely no upside
for him in this deal, okay?

So he's a con artist.
The bill's a counterfeit.

You don't give someone $100
with no strings attached.

- That's just crazy.
- Maybe he is crazy.

I mean, maybe he's mentally ill...

...and he's just using this device as
some sort of excuse to m*rder someone...

...and then blame us for it.

So should we call the police?
What do you wanna do?

If we tell anyone, the deal is off.
No money.

- He said that?
- Yes, we can't tell anyone.

- Let's go home.
- All right. I'll get our coats.

Well, someone spent a lot of time
designing this.

Anodized aluminum, handblown glass.

It looks expensive.

Hello.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna take a look inside.

Look at this silly...

There we go.

Nothing.

No transmitter, no radio.

If we pushed the button right now,
there's no way he'd even know.

Okay, just... You know what?

Put it back together.
I don't want you breaking it.

Well, what do you care?

Because he's gonna come back
to retrieve it.

He says he takes the box,
he reprograms it...

...and then he makes the offer
to someone else.

I don't know what he's gonna reprogram.
It's a piece of wood.

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
People start pollution. People can...

So are you gonna push it or not?

It's not my decision to make.

It's ours, and I would never push it
without you knowing.

Don't forget to turn off the tree lights.

No, I like leaving them on.

It's a fire hazard.

Yeah, but it keeps the Christmas
spirit alive while we sleep.

We could die.

Everybody dies, Norma.

Fine.

Leave them on.

Strange. He only makes house calls
when you're out of town.

- What are you thinking?
- I... He...

I wanna tell you, Dr. Kirby is weird.
I went to his office...

I'm thinking we're never gonna see
that much money.

He said he felt silly
standing around naked.

And why do you say that?

Be realistic, Arthur.
You work for the government.

God knows we both spend
too much money.

Sure would make it easier
to live the life we want.

Honey...

...why do we need a million dollars
to be happy?

We don't.

But imagine what we could accomplish.

I mean, we could provide security
for our entire family.

Look, you know,
I don't need to work at NASA forever.

I can get another job.

Are we ever gonna leave Richmond?

Dr. Mandrake Kirby,
one of the fine doctors and...

Kirby is a family physician.

We're gonna have to postpone
my foot surgery.

No, we're not doing that.
You need that surgery.

Yeah, I know, but we can't afford it.

Well, then push the button.
See what happens.

I'm scared.

Norma, why are you scared?

You didn't see his face.

- I'm calling the police.
- You can't.

Right, because then the deal is off.

Norma, how the hell is he gonna know
if we even call anyone?

Does he have the house bugged?

It's a gift to each of the bridesmaids
at the wedding.

They're gonna make
a big joke of it tonight and...

Doc Powell's gonna ask
who pushed the button and who didn't.

And everyone's gonna have a laugh
at the con artist he hired...

...to show up at our doorstep.

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: I was at the grocery
store, and she wandered into the next aisle.

[WOMAN SOBBING OVER PHONE]

- Well, where is she?
- I ran out into the parking lot.

They put her in the back of a van
and drove off.

Okay.

Look, lock all the doors.

She just vanished, Jeffrey.

I'm on my way home.

ARTHUR:
I ran a test on it at work.

This hundred-dollar bill is real.

So let's assume it's all real.

We push the button,
we get a million dollars...

...and we can be responsible
for the death of another human being.

Is that something we can live with?

What if it's someone's baby?

What if it's a m*rder*r on death row?

What if it's our neighbors
across the street?

Do you even know them?

Doug and Donna.

What is it to really know someone,
Norma?

Do you know me?

Better than you know yourself.

Do you know Walter?

Even better than I know you.

What do we wanna do, Norma?

It's just a box.

[CLICKING]

911 Emergency,
how may I direct your call?

Excuse me, you need to slow down.
I can't understand what you're saying.

So you heard loud screaming?
Then a g*nsh*t?

WOMAN:
Ten-four.

[SIREN WAILING]

I heard a g*nsh*t...

...then he ran out the front door
with a briefcase and got in his car.

OFFICER: Ma'am, get back inside.
Take the boy and go back inside right now.

Jimmy.

Check her pulse.

[POUNDING]

Let's go.

[POUNDING CONTINUES]

[GIRL SCREAMING]

All right, get back,
I gotta kick the door down.

Get away from the door!

Jesus.

Shh. Okay.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

STEWARD:
Hello, Mrs. Lewis.

Hello.

Shall I come in?

Hello. You must be Mr. Lewis.

Forgive me, I have a rather busy day.
Shall we?

Do you have the key?

Thank you.

There we are. One million dollars.

You can count it, if you like.

Did someone?

- Die?
ARTHUR: Yeah.

Of course.

NORMA: You said before that
the button unit would be reprogrammed.

Yes.

What happens now? Are you gonna
make the offer to someone else?

STEWARD: Well, yes, Mrs. Lewis.
That's how it works.

And I can promise you that the offer
will be made to someone you don't know.

No.

Hey.

We don't want your money. Take it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis.

The button has been pushed.

Good day.

[KNOCKING]

Hey.

Open the door.

Open the door!

XH34568. I got his license plate.

What are you thinking, Norma?

Someone we don't know.

Does that mean we're next?

Is that what he meant?

All right, let's just...

[DOOR OPENS]

- Walter.
- Yeah.

Okay, put the money in the safe.

Uh-uh-uh. Not today.

Homework first.

Clean out your lunch pail too, okay?

Come on.

MAN: We got ourselves
another domestic homicide.

This time it's the wife.

d*ck:
Really?

The victim's name is Diane Carnes,
31 years old, g*nsh*t wound to the chest.

They found her little girl
locked in the bathroom.

- Husband?
- Husband is unaccounted for.

Neighbors saw him bolt out the front door
after they heard a g*nsh*t.

Has the husband got any priors?

STARRS:
No. And that's the thing.

Husband is Jeffrey Carnes...

...described as a loving father
by all the neighbors...

...and he's a rocket scientist.

OFFICER:
Works for NASA.

Really?

It doesn't hurt anymore.

MAN 1: Merry Christmas.
ARTHUR: Merry Christmas.

NORMA: Thank you.
MAN 2: My pleasure.

Enjoy your evening.

[JAZZY PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

Wow.

All of this for a rehearsal dinner?

Remember our rehearsal dinner?

- You mean the keg party in the backyard?
- Yeah, that.

Here's my little girl.

ARTHUR: Hello.
- Look at the way she walks. You float.

NORMA: You knew about that?
ARTHUR: Hi, how are you?

Good to see you.

Santa came early
and brought your step back.

NORMA:
That he did, Mama.

- How are you, d*ck?
d*ck: How are you, Arthur?

Good to see you.

NORMA: Congratulations.
- Hi, Lana.

LANA: Arthur, now,
is Norma still cutting your hair?

Yeah, who are you, Lynyrd or Skynyrd?

[LANA LAUGHS]

Honey, they're not gonna let you
into outer space with those sideburns.

Everybody's wearing them like that now.

Well, honey, I know, but...

Forget about it.
Where did you get that?

d*ck: Right back over in there.
- All right. You want something?

- Sherry.
- All right.

Excuse me.

d*ck: Folks, could I have your attention
forjust a minute?

We'd really like to thank all of you
for coming out...

...on such an unseasonably cold night
in Richmond.

Now, I'm told that I'm supposed
to keep this quite short...

...because we have another 43 speeches
coming tonight.

[PEOPLE CHUCKLING]

Friends of the bride and groom have
very generously donated this array of gifts.

And it being the holiday season,
we thought it'd be a good idea to have a...

Well, to have a holiday-gift drawing.

- All right, Lana, let's...
LANA: You need to mix these up.

d*ck: Let's do it. Okay, I will.
LANA: Like you're spiking a punch bowl.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

- He knows how to do that.
d*ck: Oh, no, I've never done that.

Never done that.

All right, here we go. Uh-oh.

My son-in-law. Not you. Arthur.

Come on up.

- Boys.
- I have to get up?

Come on up, Arthur. Come on up.

Folks, I did not rig this.
I'm an honest cop. I swear I am.

All right, get your gift, lucky.

- All right, just pick anything here?
d*ck: Any gift that you like, yes, sir.

Just leave those golf clubs, all right?
Those are mine.

No, you can have the clubs,
you can have the clubs.

You know, I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna take this box right here.

WOMAN: He's so polite.
- That's a nice plain gift, isn't it?

All right, here we go. Let's get
another one here, let's see what we got.

Ooh. Mysterious.

d*ck:
Leticia. Leticia.

- Come on up, Leticia.
- Well? Open it.

Why don't you go put it in the car?
We'll open it up when we get home.

- No.
- No.

You gotta open it here.
Gotta see what's inside the box.

- Yeah, come on, open it.
d*ck: Mike Smith here?

Keep this moving, folks.
Remember, we still have 43 speeches.

NORMA:
Arthur, that's him.

What is it, a photograph?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, let's see it.
ARTHUR: No, no, it's an inside joke.

It's private.

Ooh. Nice.
All right, yeah, we know about that.

We've taken some private photographs.
We could trade up.

Let your minds run wild with that.

REBECCA:
Is that the one you brought?

What about this rehearsal dinner?

Can you imagine
what the wedding's gonna be like?

Astounding Science Fiction.

"Day of the Moron"?

Yeah. My dad collects comics.

What else does he collect?

Well, he has a bunch of Mars stuff
in the basement. You wanna see?

Yeah.

Come on.

DANA: What's your dad have to do
with the Viking?

He helped design the camera.

They designed it so that it photographs
360 degrees.

It scans the image one line at a time.

Takes about five minutes
to complete one revolution.

DANA: How do they get the images
from Mars back to Earth?

Radio transmissions.

They figured out a way to interpret
the data and then print it out on film.

How long does it take
to transmit the signal?

About two hours. The signal travels
58 million miles in about five minutes.

They tested it out last year in Colorado.

[THE GRATEFUL DEAD'S "SCARLET
BEGONIAS" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Look, I don't think that we should say
anything to my father, okay?

Let's see how that new foot works
on the dance floor. Come on.

"Any sufficiently advanced technology...

...is indistinguishable from magic."

Arthur C. Clarke's third law.

My dad knows him.

Arthur, that was a wonderful thing
you did for Norma.

I don't know what she'd do without you.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

Really, I don't.

- That was the perfect gift.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

[DEREK AND THE DOMINOS' "BELL BOTTOM
BLUES" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

ARTHUR:
It's a really nice party, d*ck.

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

- And I'm not paying for it.
- You're not paying?

No.

ARTHUR: Well, how did you work that out?
d*ck: No, no, no.

Hey, listen, you think you could
run a license plate for me?

This is a black sedan.
You think you could find out who owns it?

Yeah, sure. What's going on?

It's just someone hanging
around the house, you know.

- It's probably nothing, just wanna be safe.
- Yeah. It's worth checking.

What's the deal with this kid?
He flashed me the peace sign.

- He's one of your students, isn't he?
- Norma didn't tell you?

No, she didn't. What's?

Well, he humiliated her
in front of the entire class.

He made fun of her foot.

Oh.

You've got a bloody nose.

Thank you.

Is there something I can get for you?

Well, you said that I had a phone call.

Oh.

Yes. Right here.

Hello?

STEWARD:
Mrs. Lewis, hello. It's Arlington Steward.

I see your husband has contacted
the police about my vehicle.

I have quite a few employees.

Listen,
we don't want anyone to get hurt.

Well, if you didn't want anyone to get hurt,
you shouldn't have pushed the button.

We don't want any more trouble, okay?

I'm afraid trouble has found you,
Mrs. Lewis.

There are always consequences.

The test will continue
until the button unit is reprogrammed.

Okay, what are we supposed to do now?

Listen to your conscience.

Do what it tells you.

Enjoy the party.

[LAUGHING]

What did you say to my wife?

You wanna tell me
what you said to my wife?

Is that funny to you? Is that funny?

Making fun of someone's disfigurement's
funny to you?

Is that funny to you?

No, Mr. Lewis. It's not funny, it's tragic.

LANA:
Oh, Arthur.

Are you okay, son?

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

["THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER"
PLAYING ON TV]

Dana. We're back.

Okay.

- Do you have a ride home?
- No.

Okay, Arthur can take you.

- Okay.
- Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

So where am I taking you?

There's a motel off l-95,
the Galaxy Motor Lodge.

You're staying in a motel?

Yeah. My parents bought a new house,
but it's not ready yet.

You've got blood on your hands.

- What do you mean by that?
- Your hands.

Are those blood stains?

Yeah, I got into a fight tonight.

Embarrassed everyone
and ruined the whole party.

Somebody pushing your buttons?

Why would you say that?

Just an expression.

Don't jump to conclusions. You'll get
yourself in a whole heap of trouble.

Well, I'm already in
a whole heap of trouble.

What are you gonna do about it?

I don't know. You got any suggestions?

Look into the light.

- The light?
- Yeah, the light.

Soon you'll be blinded by it.

What is the light?

I cannot remember.

Dana?

Dana.

Wake up.

Dana?

Jesus Christ.

Are you okay?

You have to get out of here.
It's not safe for you here.

Slow down. What are you talking about?

There's only one person
who can save you now.

Look in the mirror. You'll see.

Dana. Dana!

MAN [ON TV]: The first picture you saw
which included the footpads...

...took about five minutes
to take on Mars...

...and then it is transmitted
by a relay radio up to the orbiter...

July 20, 1969...

...we received a transmission
from the Moon telling us:

"The Eagle has landed."

Today's landing, like that one,
represents the realization of a dream...

...that has long excited
mankind's imagination.

And this mission offers the possibility
of a momentous discovery...

...in the history of mankind:

The existence of life
elsewhere in the universe.

If the experiments ofVikings 1 and 2
do not reveal living organisms...

...they will learn other secrets
of the universe.

They will tell us a good many things
about our own planet...

...opening up new possibilities
for exploration...

...and should produce knowledge
that will improve the quality of life...

...right here on Earth.

Our achievements in space represent
not only the height of technological skill...

...they also reflect the best
in our country...

...our character,
the capacity for creativity and sacrifice...

...and a willingness
to reach into the unknown.

Norma.

Where did you say you met Dana?

On our field trip to the Kennedy Center
in D.C.

Right. And she said
she lives in Richmond?

Yeah, we rode back on the same bus.

Okay. This is her driver's license.

Her name is Sarah Matthews.

She lives in Boston.

He called them his employees?

Yup.

[PHONE RINGING]

STEWARD:
Hello, Norma.

Hello.

Did your husband tell you
where he was going this morning?

No, he didn't.

I hope for your sake
he isn't playing detective again.

Though I assure you, I'll know if he is.

Because of your employees?

Is Dana one of your employees?

As I've told you, I have many employees.

Can I see you? In person?

I wanna meet face to face.

I'm looking at you right now, Norma.

Excuse me?

I'm in your backyard.

Are you still there?

Mr. Steward?

All right, hold on.
We want to get this straight.

You've had the wind tunnel for months.

Now you want the lunar lander
and the hangar?

That is correct.

- The NSA activity...
NORM: What kind of activity?

The activities will occasionally
involve NASA employees...

...but I am not at liberty to disclose
how they will be involved...

...or what they will be doing.

I think this whole thing's outrageous,
but we don't really have any choice, do we?

No. You don't.

ARTHUR: Did you get a chance
to run that license plate yet?

Yeah, I did.
It's a government-issued license plate.

It's a town car
licensed for use by the NSA.

The NSA?

Jesus Christ.

What are those?

This guy's wife, she was shot once
in the chest. Point-blank range.

Whoever shot her
held a g*n directly to her chest...

...and fired the b*llet
straight through her heart.

The husband works at Langley.

ARTHUR:
Was there any sign of a struggle?

d*ck: Mm-mm.
- No?

d*ck: There's no skin under her nails,
no bruises.

What time did she die?

Neighbors say they heard the shot
at 4:45 p.m.

What's all this to you, Arthur?

Do you think you could take me
to his house?

LANA: Well, your sister feels awful
about last night.

NORMA:
Arthur's just sick about it too.

Well, Norma, let me just say this.

Daddy and I have always marveled
at your strength...

...and how positive you always are,
even since your injury.

And I just wonder if maybe sometimes...

...we don't take for granted
that you are all right?

I'm fine, Mama.

NSA is letting him do it. NASA can't stop it.
Test subjects are all under 40.

Happily married with a child. Go to the
Richmond Library. Follow this call number.

Don't trust anyone,
not even your husband.

LANA:
Oh, my Lord.

She's bleeding. Somebody call for help.

Oh, my heavens.

Who is that woman, Norma?
Do you know her?

No, I don't, Mama.

Listen, I have a lot of errands
to run before the wedding.

Can I drop you off at home?

Uh-uh-uh. Don't touch.

ARTHUR:
That's him.

He's the public-relations manager
at Langley.

- What's his name?
- Arlington Steward.

- Steward?
- Steward with a D.

- Can you check him out?
- Yeah.

There's three dead so far.

ARTHUR:
"Human Resource Exploitation Manual."

- Call numbers?
d*ck: I want to put in a request...

...for a search warrant down in Langley.

But don't put the request in
through my office.

Whatever it is,
it's bigger than you and me.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Excuse me,
I'm looking for the nearest exit.

You aren't an employee.
This library is for employees only.

You're his wife.

I am Clymene.

What does he want from us?

He's testing you.

He's testing all of us.

Please, follow me.

There are three gateways...

...but you may choose only one.

Be careful which gateway you choose...

...for there is only one path to salvation.

Have a seat, Mrs. Lewis.

Indistinguishable from magic.

Lightning strikes the earth
100 times per second.

A single bolt of lightning
can reach temperatures...

...approaching 28,000 degrees Celsius
in a split second.

This is five times hotter
than the surface of the sun.

Is that what happened to you?

- You were struck by lightning?
- Yes.

And now I am in communication
with those who control the lightning.

And what lies behind the other two?

Eternal damnation.

Right.

What's the emotion you felt
when you first laid eyes on me, Norma?

- I felt...
- You felt what?

- I felt...
- Pity?

Love.

- You felt love for me?
- Yes.

Why?

Because of my disfigurement.

Because of all of the pain
that it ever caused me in my life.

I thought what it would be like
to have all of that pain...

...magnified and projected
onto my face.

And if I refuse?

Eternal damnation.

You have chosen Gateway number 2.

I saw that pain on your face and I just...

I understood it.

I felt an overwhelming
feeling of love for you...

...because I knew that I would never
feel sorry for myself ever again.

Take my hand, Norma.

WALTER: You don't remember
coming home, do you?

You came in your car.
You walked in the door like a zombie.

You didn't say anything.
You just went straight up to bed.

Where did all this water come from?

- Why isn't Dad telling us what happened?
- Walter.

Go down to the basement
and get me more buckets.

- But I just want...
- Walter.

Fine.

Can you tell me what happened?

I need a drink.

WALTER:
Are we still going to the wedding?

NORMA:
Yeah.

There is only so much information
that I can disclose.

I understand.

In the hours following
the first Viking transmission from Mars...

...your colleague Arlington Steward...

...was struck by lightning
while standing here on this platform.

Yes. And we haven't
heard from him since then.

He's something else now.

NORM:
What do you mean?

TEAGUE: Arlington Steward died shortly
after being admitted to the burn unit...

...at Riverside Hospital.

Several hours after his body
was taken to the morgue...

...and locked in a freezer storage unit...

...a nurse heard a voice
coming from behind a metal door.

It was a man, laughing.

Mr. Steward had come back from the dead
and he was laughing hysterically.

He was then transferred
to a high-security military hospital.

Soon after, we realized he was...

...demonstrating
some extraordinary capabilities.

What do you mean by capabilities?

His body healed at a rate
10 times faster than normal.

Cellular degeneration essentially halted.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Ladies and
gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Edward Powell.

[JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING]
OVER SPEAKERS]

Hi.

- You can't drink too much now, all right?
- All right.

Sir, if you don't mind
my asking...

...why a box?

Your home is a box.

Your car is a box on wheels.

You drive to work in it.
You drive home in it.

You sit in your home, staring into a box.

It erodes your soul...

...while the box that is your body
inevitably withers, then dies...

...whereupon it is placed in the
ultimate box to slowly decompose.

It's quite depressing
when you think of it that way.

Don't think of it that way.

Think of it as a temporary state of being.

What happens
once you've completed your tests?

I submit the data to my employers...

...and then your fate rests in their hands.

One cannot say they are not without
a bizarre sense of humor.

Look at me.

I wouldn't know, sir,
of whom it is that you speak.

Your employers
remain a mystery to us all.

I like mystery.

Don't you?

- How do we pass the test?
STEWARD: Isn't it obvious?

Simply don't press the button.

If enough of you don't,
the test will conclude.

But there will be more tests to come.

MAN:
Walk directly into the light.

Do not turn back
under any circumstances.

When you walk into the light, you're gonna
feel your body submerged in a liquid.

Try to hold your breath.

If you feel a drowning sensation,
it will pass.

Where are you sending them?

To prepare for the next test
in Massachusetts.

You spoke earlier
about the altruism coefficient.

If human beings are unable or unwilling
to sacrifice individual desires...

...for the greater good of your species,
you will have no chance for survival.

And my employers will be compelled
to expedite your extinction.

Clear?

Yes, sir.

[SCOTT WALKER'S "WHEN JOANNA
LOVED ME" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

I was gone, Norma.

I was gone for nearly an hour.

What did you see?

Well, what was there in the light?

Words can't describe it.

It's a place...

...neither here nor there...

...but somewhere in between.

It's a warm embrace.

A place where the sidewalk ends...

...and despair is no longer
the governor of the human heart.

Dad. What's going on?

I'm gonna be sick, Walter.

You can still save yourself.

It's too late for me,
but you can still save yourself.

Jeffrey Carnes.
Boy, do I got a lot of questions for you.

If you want to survive this thing,
you'll come with me. Right now.

All right, why don't you put the g*n
down before someone sees you?

Get in the truck.

All right.

WALTER:
Dad.

NORMA:
Walter.

WALTER: Dad.
- Walter.

Walter.

Walter! Walter!

Walter!

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

CARNES:
Those are classified CIA documents.

ARTHUR:
"Test subjects and free will.

Test subjects
cannot be treated like employees."

- Frontal lobe hemorrhage?
- That's his weakness.

He hasn't figured out how to get
in their heads without them noticing.

- The nosebleeds.
- You see lots of them?

Yeah.

And so there's limits
to what it can do. It's fallible.

Living inside a 70-year-old man?

Yeah, that's why it embedded itself
at Langley.

It's got everything it needs:
Military, CIA, FBI, NASA.

So he can be k*lled?

Yes.

MAN [ON RADIO]: The existence oflife
elsewhere in the universe.

Where are we going?

Look, it's kidnapped your son,
just like it took my daughter.

- What?
- But I know where it has him hidden.

There's a motel off l-95. It's...
Steward's employees took your son there.

It's a transport hub.

There's a swimming pool they use,
a sort of gateway.

CARNES: So did you push the button
or was it your wife?

- My wife.
- Yeah. Yeah, mine too.

And now she's dead.

Did you k*ll her?

I did it for my daughter.

What do you mean,
you did it for your daughter?

I had to make a choice
between my wife and my daughter.

Whoa.

Follow the progress
of ourViking mission...

...and to reflect on ourjourney...

...into the unknown.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER POLICE RADIO]

Was there anyone in the truck with him?

Not that we saw.

MAN:
Let's move!

All teams execute!

Bravo, Charlie, forward position.

Weapons tight.

Move, move, move!

Arthur. Arthur, listen to me. Whatever
happens to you from this point on...

...will have greater ramifications
than you can possibly fathom.

Please, have a seat.

Where's our son?

He's in a safe place.
We'll get to him in a moment.

Please sit down.

I want you to know...

...that I have the deepest respect
and admiration for you both.

You gave me hope.

But I am very sorry
that you pushed the button.

I'm afraid I have to tell you...

...that two of your son's
functional senses have been impaired.

He can no longer see
and he can no longer hear.

Where is he?

What have you done with him?

I have done nothing with him.
I am just a vessel.

You are now presented with two options.

Option one,
you can live the rest of your lives...

...and enjoy the money
that has been given to you...

...and learn to live with your son's
permanent impairment.

It is irreversible.

He will never hear your voices
or see your faces again.

Option two...

...there is one b*llet
in the chamber of this g*n.

You can fire it into your wife's heart,
k*lling her.

At the exact moment
your spirit leaves your body...

...your son will be returned to normal.

As for the million dollars...

...it will be placed
into an interest-bearing account...

...given to your son on his 18th birthday.

Let me k*ll myself.
Arthur has nothing to do with this.

I'm sorry. The offer is nonnegotiable.

Arthur, you must fire the g*n.

Norma, you must die...

...or Walter will live forever
in darkness and silence.

k*ll me if you like, Mr. Lewis,
and condemn your son to a life of agony.

You will be imprisoned for the m*rder
of Arlington Steward, a mere employee.

And they will simply send another
to replace me.

Who?

- Who will send another?
- Arthur, please don't.

ARTHUR: Who?
NORMA: Don't.

Good day to you.

Mr. Steward.

Can I be forgiven?

I don't know.

I understand you admire the writings
of Jean-Paul Sartre.

Perhaps these words will comfort you.

There are two ways
to enter the final chamber:

Free or not free.

The choice is ours.

You gave me a glimpse of the afterlife,
didn't you?

Because this is purgatory.

And you're here to shut us down.

Your son is locked
in the upstairs bathroom.

- Walter!
- Walter!

Walter! Sweetheart!

Sweetheart, can you hear us?

Is anyone out there?

- Walter!
WALTER: Is anyone out there?

NORMA:
They must have locked it on the other side.

I can't see. Please. Help me.

- Walter!
- Walter!

- Sweetheart...
WALTER: I can't hear.

Please, help me.

Walter. Just back away from the door
if you can hear me.

- Somebody, help.
ARTHUR: Walter!

NORMA:
He can't hear us.

He can't hear us.

Stop it. Arthur, stop!

Please!

Arthur. Arthur. Arthur.

WALTER:
Mom.

- Dad. Please.
- Stop. Stop this.

Look...

I can't.

I can't see him like that.

I can't.

Oh, God.

No.

I can't do this.

We cannot leave him like this.

It's the only way.

There's no other way.

There's no...

He smiled at us.

What?

When you asked him about the afterlife,
he smiled at us.

- He did, did he?
- Yeah.

Arthur...

...I love you and I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry for what I did to us.

You didn't do anything. We did it.

So don't apologize.

I love you.

And I regret nothing in this life
we've lived together.

Then I...

...will count the days...

...until my Arthur comes to see me again.

I'm gonna push it.

Until we meet again. Yeah.

Let's get on with it.

[CLICKING]

[g*nsh*t]

911 Emergency,
how may I direct your call?

You said you heard a g*nsh*t?
What is the address?

7321 Park...

...in Antrim.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, Mrs. Weller.

Shall I come in?

Walter?

Walter, it's your dad, I'm right here.

Can you hear me?

Walter?

Walter.

Walter, if you can hear me, just yell
or something. I'm right outside the door.

Hands on your head
and move away from the door.

WALTER:
Dad!

Mom!

I'm right here, honey. Everything's
gonna be fine, okay? Just hang tight.

I said, put your hands on your head
and move away from the door.

Walter's upstairs. He's okay.

They assure me you and your son
will be taken care of.