- I don't claim that our personalities
pass on to another existence.
I don't claim anything because I don't know anything.
For that matter, no human being knows.
But I do claim that is is possible to construct
an apparatus which will be so delicate
that if there are personalities in another existence
who wish to get in touch with us,
this apparatus will, at least, give them
a better opportunity.
- Hands off the table, please.
- Sorry.
- April 27, 2002.
9:17am period.
Subject's name is Greg leeham.
- He is 27 years old. - - It's Craig.
Excuse me?
- My name is Craig, not Greg.
It's Craig.
With a 'c'.
- Subject Craig leeham is 27 years old period.
The subject has consented to participate
in accordance with irb guidelines.
Mr. leeham, Mr. leeham.
- Yes, sir.
- Please state for the video record
that you understand the nature of this study.
- I do.
Whoa.
- Mr. leeham, have you removed
all credit cards, watches, jewelry, et cetera?
- I'm sorry, what?
- Metal.
Just to confirm, you have no metal rods,
pins, plates or artificial parts of any kind.
Okay, Mr. leeham, - no.
My assistant will now be closing the door
effectively sealing you in the room.
Do not, under any circumstances,
touch that telephone until it rings.
Let us know immediately if you feel any nausea.
- I'm sorry, did you say nausea?
- This is Dr. Carl meiselhoff proceeding
with human trial number 31 of the Edison
spectograph dm field receiver.
The subject reports a recent loss of
his younger sister, Jennifer leeham period.
Transcranial transoptic electromagnetic
field dispersers have been placed period.
Followed my injection of ketamine, 20 milligrams iv.
Infrasound frequency will begin at 19 hertz
with two hertz incremental decrease
every five seconds period.
Mr. leeham.
Are you ready to begin?
How we doing, Greg?
- Look, I'm fine okay.
Just let me know when you start.
- We've started.
- I hear
sirens.
I hear knocking.
Sounds like knocking.
Is someone trying to get into the room?
- No, not yet.
Please remain in your seat.
If you can describe, as best you can,
what you're experiencing.
- I feel
I feel like someone's here.
A presence.
Professor.
Professor, I think i change my mind.
- You can go ahead and answer it.
- Connection secured at eight hertz
and 109 decibels period.
67 seconds elapsed.
- Hello.
No, I can't hear you but i can hear you breathing.
You have to...
Yes.
No, no.
No, it was my fault.
I was trying to protect you.
- Stop it!
Stop it!
- Please stop! - - Who is this?
- It hurts. - - Who is this?
What is going on?
What the hell is going on here?
Is this some kind of sick joke?
- Hey!
- He's seizing.
- No.
Hold on.
Six more seconds.
- Please rise.
We assume death to be the worse thing
that could possibly happen to any person.
How very wrong this idea is.
- Alright, I need help over here.
She's a 33 year old with a gunshot wound
to her abdomen.
Husband attacked her and the kids.
- We're good.
Go ahead.
This is marcela Gutierrez.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
No allergies.
I gave her two milligrams of versed,
200 of ketamine fully reversed
and she's doing well.
Hey marcela.
The surgery's over.
You're just waking up.
Esta bien.
- She says she saw her babies.
They're in a beautiful place.
- Who of us would really want to remain
on earth with all its never-ending struggles?
Death
is a natural step.
- She saw her kids.
- Yeah, she was there.
Her ex-husband shot 'em both.
- No, she thinks she saw them after.
- It was probably this.
You left it on your cart.
- You leaving your narcs on your cart?
- Anyway, ketamine's known to induce
near death experiences.
- Really? - - Oh yeah.
We had a guy in faculty, he was injecting it
in his grad students for a research study.
Irb shut him down.
- How do you know this stuff?
- He was my patient.
- So, at eight o'clock?
- Tonight? - - Yeah.
Go ahead and bring your girlfriend.
- Okay.
- Cool.
- See ya tonight. - Yeah.
- What are you thinking for dinner tonight?
- Actually, Devin and Donna invited us over
to their place tonight.
- I don't know, bray, I'm not feeling great and...
- They're colleagues.
It'll be fun, come on, don't make me go alone.
- It's just that i thought that, you know,
we could have our own celebration tonight.
- We can celebrate there.
- That doesn't sound right.
- No, it's true.
For every 35 pounds he gains, a man loses an inch.
Oprah wouldn't lie.
- Well, as long as it's evidence based science.
- Come on, that's not true, is it?
- Abbey.
- Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.
- Oh, come on, Abbey, drink up.
Devin's on call but what's your excuse?
Pregnant?
- Oh, congratulations.
- No way. - That is so great.
- Thanks. - How many weeks?
Six, I think.
- Well, I'd like to propose a toast.
To Abbey and Brayden.
On the verge of a new life.
In more ways than one.
- You know, Abbey, I forget, what is it that you do?
- I'm an artist.
- Really, that's amazing.
- Yeah, so I'm experimenting with mixed media right now.
So, gravestone rubbings and watercolors, things like that.
- She's really talented, Francine.
She came and taught at my pottery class.
- Our lives are gonna change soon.
You have to let go of your old life.
I promise you, you won't miss it.
- Who of us would really want to remain
here on earth with all its never-ending struggles.
Death is a natural step.
- Brayden, I have to say, I love Abbey.
I mean, I think she's great.
- Thanks.
- All I'm saying is, Brayden, you're a lucky guy.
Abbey is every guy's dream.
Seriously, if anything ever happens to you,
I'll take care of Abbey.
- Oh yeah, that's not out of line at all.
- It's okay.
I am officially taking her off the market.
- No way.
- Well, don't let Donna see this,
she's gonna want me to upgrade.
- Too late, she helped me pick it out.
- Sweetie, it's Donna.
You okay?
I need help in here.
Brayden.
- What eye has not seen,
what ear has not heard.
Neither has it entered into the heart of man.
What things god has prepared for them that love him.
- Hey.
Did I wake you?
- So, am I okay?
- Yeah, hun.
You're fine.
- Thank god.
I was so worried about the baby.
Someone's at the door, babe.
- They can wait.
- No, get it, i have to pee anyway.
- Everything go okay?
- She did great, Brayden.
Blood loss looked a lot worse than what it was.
Well, listen, you know what I mean,
me and Donna we're just so sorry.
- Dev, thanks again.
I'm glad it was you on call.
- Is she awake?
- Yeah, she just woke up.
She was so excited about the baby.
She really wanted it.
We both did.
- Hello? - - Abbey,
where are you?
- Brayden, what happened? - Abbey.
- I didn't know what to do, I just want to get home.
- I know, sweetie, I know.
I am so sorry you found out that way.
- No, Brayden, I'm sorry I lost our baby.
- Stop that.
Stop that, don't talk like that.
This was not your fault.
- I don't know.
- Abbey, listen to me.
New rule, no blaming ourselves for things
we can't control.
We accept life as it comes.
- Okay, I like rules.
I love you to death, you know that.
- Me, too, I'm driving around right now
looking for you.
- You are?
- Yes.
Now, where are you?
I'm taking you home.
- Franklin.
- Franklin?
Franklin and what?
Abbey!
- Holy shit!
- Abbey, are you okay?
- Holy shit!
- Abbey, I'm so sorry.
- Just unlock the door.
Brayden, open the door.
- Abbey. - - I'm freezing
my ass off. - It won't unlock
if you're lifting the handle.
Abbey, don't move.
- What?
- Brayden? - - I'm here.
I'm here.
- I hear sirens.
Brayden, get the door.
Someone's knocking.
- Abbey, stay awake.
Come on, don't close your eyes, stay awake.
Abbey, look at me, look at me, right here.
You don't go anywhere without me.
Look.
I have something for you.
Open your eyes.
Brayden, Brayden, Brayden.
- Sir, emergency response units
are on their way.
Sir, I need you to tell me her condition.
Is she awake?
Is she breathing?
Hello, sir, can you hear me?
Is anyone there?
I can hear you breathing.
- Abbey.
- Hey, buddy, it's Devin.
Me and Donna were thinkin'
maybe, you should come and stay with us for a little while.
It's probably not a good idea for you to be alone right now.
- Hi, Abbey.
- Hi, Brayden.
What are you doing?
- You're very pretty.
- Oh, thank you.
You're very handsome.
You're pretty cute.
- I'm a scientist, I'm, I'm...
- Human, there we go.
- Yeah, in medical profession, trust me.
These hands have put people to sleep
and brought them back to life.
- That's so hot.
- It's the button on the side.
Just push it forward and back.
Eat something.
- Babe.
- Here, let me hold the camera a second.
- What is it?
You better not have, I...
- What?
- Brayden.
- Earrings! - - Earrings.
- Yay. - - A whole set.
Oh, almost.
Oh, no, yeah, it's perfect, it's beautiful.
Thank you.
- Hi, this is Brayden.
- And, this is Abbey.
We're not here but if you think about it, who is.
- What was that?
- What, I was being existential.
- Abbey, just record a normal message.
- Hey, buddy, it's Devin.
Take as much time off as you need
but I'm thinking, maybe, if you got back to work
it might help you get into, well.
Anyway, give me a call when you're ready.
- Hello.
- Hey, Bob, it's me, Brayden.
- Brayden, are you okay?
- Yeah, listen.
The other day, you said something about a guy
on faculty doing research with ketamine.
Who was that?
- Oh, oh yeah.
Dr. meiselhoff, Dr. Carl meiselhoff.
He had this crazy idea about using
electromagnetic fields for anesthesia.
Wanted me to use it for his radical prostate.
- He was a patient?
- Yeah.
- Dr. Carl meiselhoff.
Meiselhoff?
What department was he in?
Surgery, medicine?
- He's in, uh, physics.
- Physics? - - Yeah.
He has a phd.
Listen, Brayden, I'm here for you.
I really am but can we talk about this tomorrow.
I got a cranium at 6:30.
- Yeah, um, sure, of course.
Sorry.
Thanks, Bob.
- Anytime.
I mean it.
- I know.
- And, this leads us to the ultimate big question.
Why do the laws of physics,
in our classical world seem to break down
at the subatomic or the quantum world.
Shouldn't there be one law that unifies everything?
Shouldn't there be a theory
of
Well, it seems that the answer may lie
in incredibly small particles of vibrating energy
that we call superstrings.
Or string theory.
When you vibrate a superstring,
the vibrations produce unique subatomic particles
like an electron.
In a sense, the universe that we know
is the result of a symphony being played
at the subatomic level by vibrating superstrings.
Are you with me so far?
- Hi, welcome back to true science.
I'm your host Sean fox and today
we're here with one of the country's
leading physicist, Dr. Carl meiselhoff.
Dr. meiselhoff, you've long been regarded
as something of a rebel in the field
of particle physics and other dimensions.
- I'm not a rebel, i am doing the work
of a long legacy of rebels but I'm not a rebel.
- Well, the physics community has long
relied on large expensive particle colliders
to study such things as fusion and string theory.
You claim to have found a different path.
- Well, it's very complex, Sean.
But, the fundamentals of our work suggest that
at the moment of death, the human brain
can perceive the subatomic realm
or quantum universe, if you will.
- So, are you saying your subjects are people or
ghosts?
- Are you saying there's a difference?
If someone communicates or travels
from one membrane to another,
that which makes it human
remains intact.
Anybody that's familiar with niels bohr would know that.
- Of course.
- We found that by using a combination of stimuli,
we can mimic the moment of death in the human brain.
We actually are tricking the brain
into thinking it's dying.
- Define stimuli.
- Low frequency sound waves, medicinal agents.
That sort of thing.
- Really, what sort of medicinal agents
are we talking about here?
- Well, we've tried several but
we found the most success with ketamine.
- May I help you?
- Oh, I'm looking for Dr. Carl meiselhoff.
Is he home?
- I'm sorry, he's not.
I'm his wife, Margaret.
- Nice to meet you, Margaret.
My name is Brayden Taylor.
I was just hoping to speak with your husband
about his work.
- I'm sorry that's not possible.
- I don't need much time.
I just have a few. - Dr. meiselhoff
is no longer with us.
- Oh.
Oh, I'm, I'm so sorry.
- Yeah. Thank you.
- I just recently went through a similar loss myself.
My fiance,
I lost her last week.
- Well, I'm sorry.
You're far too young to know that kind of pain.
- With all due respect, ma'am,
I don't think anyone's old enough to know that pain.
- Would you care for a cup of coffee?
Now, tell me, what do you do?
- I'm an anesthetist.
- Good for you.
I don't believe in god either.
- What?
No, anesthetist.
Anesthesia.
I've been doing some research on the use of electromagnet.
- You're not the first person to come around.
And, you didn't come here to find out
how to put people to sleep.
My guess is that there's someone you're looking to wake up.
No?
- Thomas Edison gave an interview with
scientific American magazine.
He stated that he's working on a device
that would allow those that have died
to communicate with those that are living.
Apparently, he actually built a prototype
and generations of scientists, including your husband,
have worked on it.
- I see.
- I thought he might know where the device is.
- The only way you're gonna have a conversation
with the dead is if you join them.
- Perhaps.
- Let me ask you this.
If you found it, what would you do with that device?
It wouldn't help you find someone you've lost,
you'd only lose yourself.
Is that a price you're willing to pay?
- So, it does exist.
- You're not answering my question.
- I would pay any price for Abbey.
I would do anything to have her back.
- Choose your words carefully, young man.
You know, I have some clutter in my garage.
Maybe you can help me move some boxes.
- Don't act like you can't hear me,
I know you can.
- Hello.
- If you can help me find him.
Perhaps, I can help you.
- You pile of junk, come on.
- Alright, you idiot.
Got ya.
It's very beautiful over there.
Did you see him?
- Who the hell are you?
- Luis, Dr. Luis mastenbrook.
Our fields connected.
Thank you for the coffee.
- What do you want?
- Do you have a little splenda?
- No, I mean, what do you want with me
and all this?
- Nothing, I'm just following instructions.
So,
no on the splenda?
- Instructions? From whom?
- Carl meiselhoff.
- Meiselhoff is dead.
- Yes, I know, suicide.
Oh.
You didn't know that.
Carbon monoxide poisoning.
Fired up the Lexus,
closed the garage door.
- He was a friend of yours?
- He was my mentor.
And, yes, he was a friend.
- You're a physicist.
- Among other things, Carl and I were
part of a scientific think tank of sorts.
- The god model project.
You work for the government.
- No.
It's international.
It's a coalition of the world's top physicist.
The goal is to define the rules of the known universe
before the end of the century.
- So, you're, like, scary smart.
- Mostly just smart.
And, what is it that you do?
- Anesthesia.
Meiselhoff's widow gave me the equipment.
- You know you're one of a handful of people
who's ever actually seen the Edison spectographic em field.
- Where did you hear that?
- Where did I hear what?
- It's very beautiful over there.
Where'd you hear that.
- Those were his last words.
- Whose?
- Thomas Edison.
- Most of this stuff is pretty outdated.
I'm thinking if we replace some of it.
- No.
Replace one component, the whole thing can fail.
It all works, we're just not exactly sure why.
You can add to the chain
but you can't change the links.
I tried reproducing this on my own but without success.
For instance, this phone is mostly copper wiring.
All the guts been replaced with non-ferrous metals.
- It's not magnetic.
- Right.
And, it doesn't interfere with the high mf's
- Those electric dreadlocks almost gave me a seizure.
- Psychoacoustics.
Infrasound.
Sound waves generated at very low frequencies.
Below what most people can hear.
You know, nothing is calibrated here.
You could've killed yourself.
At low frequencies, infrasonic admitters
really mess with the body.
The Russians tried to use it as a weapon.
It literally scares the shit out of you.
Rapid pulse, gagging, vomiting.
Bowl spasms.
Uncontrolled defecation.
Vibrating visual field.
- Vibrating visual field?
- Yeah, the eye vibrates so severely
that the intraocular pressure raises
to the point of rupture.
- I heard voices.
They were hard to make out.
- Did you see anything?
- I'm
not sure.
- Yup.
I'm hungry, too.
- Hey, get you boys anything to eat?
- Maybe, later.
Can we get a basket of bread for now?
- Sure.
- What a sweetie.
- Luis, what is going on here?
What do physics and superstrings have to do
with the afterlife?
- Excuse me, can we get more jam, please?
I'm oddly attracted to her.
String theory, right.
String theory, what do you know about it, Brayden?
- Not much.
Universe is made up of tiny vibrating strings.
Theory of everything.
- Right.
A unified theory
of everything.
It's the holy grail of physics.
It makes sense mathematically but we don't know any of it.
This is science that is, literally,
pushing the envelope.
- It sounds more like philosophy.
- They don't give out nobel prizes for philosophy.
- Are you implying you've devised an experiment
that will prove the existence of superstrings?
- No.
Thomas Edison did.
Tesla did.
So William crook, j. Gilbert Wright, William o'Neil.
They all did.
Every person that has worked on this since the 1920's, did.
But, no one made the connection until meiselhoff.
- Connection to what?
- M-theory.
- 'M' for meiselhoff.
- 'M' for membrane.
Some people, myself included, think that
this is where we live.
On a membrane in a larger dimensional space.
Now, this jam
is us.
We
are
stuck
on this membrane.
Nothing gets off the membrane,
except for one thing.
- What? - - Gravity.
Or, more precisely, gravitons.
- I see and where do these gravitons go?
- To another membrane.
- There's more than one?
- Most likely infinite membranes.
All parallel to our own and all with their own universe.
- You boys doing okay?
- Actually, I...
- We're fine.
- Thanks.
- Our personalities, the essence of who we are
is an electromagnetic field created by our brain.
Meiselhoff made the connection between
electromagnetic fields and gravity.
To put it simply.
When we die, everything that we are, our soul,
hitches a ride on gravity to another membrane.
At least, that's what meiselhoff thinks.
Thought.
But, he didn't have the expertise to prove it.
- This one's not working.
- Don't bother.
The magnetic coils on the helmet
erased every one of them in your wallet.
- Luis, can you really do this?
Can you really find someone after they're.
- I've been working on something that will allow
us to navigate the quantum realm.
Not only can I find somebody, i can bring them back.
But, I need you to get one more person.
This person will act as a conduit
that will allow my equipment to make contact
with the membrane.
- We don't need anybody else.
I can handle it.
- Trust me, you can't handle half
of what this guy can.
- What guy?
- From the best church of god radio network,
this is break on through to the lord.
Join us for the next hour as medium Craig leeham
shows us firsthand, the rewards awaiting those
who live a Christian life.
Hi, I'm pastor Dave.
If you're a returning listener, welcome back.
If you're new to the program, well then,
you are in for something special.
As always, I'm here with Craig leeham.
For the past two years, Craig's been revealing to us,
not only how much god loves us in this life,
but in the next as well.
How are you tonight, Craig?
- I'm fine, pastor Dave, just fine.
I'm looking forward to helping some of those
of you out there who, although, you've accepted Christ
into your lives, having a little trouble
feeling god's love due to the loss of a loved one.
- As you may suspect, Craig's been blessed
with a special gift.
A tragic accident robbed him of his sight in this life
but the lord has allowed him to see into the next.
Ladies and gentlemen, Craig leeham doesn't
merely talk to the dearly departed, he sees them.
Craig, I think we all want to know.
What does heaven look like?
- Well, pastor Dave, it's, uh,
it's very beautiful over there.
- Amen.
Amen.
Okay, let's get started.
We have our first caller already.
It's a Judith lamulfa from Colorado Springs.
Are you there Judith?
- Hi, pastor Dave, how are you?
- I'm great, thanks to Jesus.
- Hi Craig.
- Hi, Judith, how can we help you tonight?
- Well, my husband passed away six months ago.
- I'm so sorry, Judith.
- Thank you, Craig.
It was an accident.
- Oh, that's okay, Judith, take your time.
- We never got to say our goodbyes.
That bastard drunk driver.
- Okay, Judith, I can tell that this is a very
emotional issue for you.
If you can, I'd like you to try to let go
of your anger for right now and think about
how much you miss and love your husband.
What was his name?
- Gordon.
He had black hair and these big ole ears.
- That's enough.
I don't want you to tell me anymore.
All I need is his name.
Hello, Gordon.
- Hello.
- Judith, what is it you'd like to say?
Judith
is calling out to you.
- Gordon, i miss you so much.
- Judith.
I didn't mean to do this.
I tried to tell them.
- He didn't mean to leave, he tried to tell them.
- I'm sorry but don't you hand me that crap.
Maybe, if you wouldn't have been driving
with your buddy, Jack Daniels, I'd still have a husband.
- Oh, Judith.
I know you're just mad
'cause you love me.
I love you, too.
- I love you, too.
He's holding something out.
It's something for you.
- Tell him he can keep it.
Right up his ass.
- Soon Judith.
We will again soon.
- It's a seashell.
He says soon, you will again soon.
- He picked that up off the beach
for me on our first date.
We met in Santa Barbara.
I buried that shell with him.
Oh.
Gordon.
- He's leaving us.
- Gordon. - - Goodbye.
Please.
Please don't go.
- Thank you, Craig.
Praise the lord.
Thank you so much, Judith, for calling.
- God bless you both.
- Thank you, Judith.
- Alright, folks, we're going
to take a little break while our sponsor
tells you how to keep your financial future
safe with gold coins.
- Shows over, I don't do private sessions.
- I'm not here for a session.
- Then take your piss and get out.
- I'm here to ask for your help
with a research study I'm involved in.
- Look, I have a car waiting for me, okay.
I need to.
- Look, my name is Brayden Taylor.
We're continuing Dr. meiselhoff's work and.
- Meiselhoff?
- Yes.
- You tell that rat bastard that I won't see him again
until he's dead and rotting in hell.
- Carl meiselhoff is dead.
He killed himself three months ago.
We have the equipment, all of it.
- What do you mean, we?
- Myself and Luis mastenbrook.
- Mastenbrook.
So, why are you so interested in meiselhoff's work?
You got a sudden urge to shit your pants
and turn your eyeballs inside out?
- Well, I guess you could say my story's
a lot like that woman you spoke with
except, I don't believe in psychics.
- What do you know about Luis?
- Not much.
He sorta showed up and offered his services.
- You let a total stranger into your house?
- He seems smart.
But, a little short on social skills.
I know he's a physicist.
- He's not just a physicist.
He's the physicist.
Guy can't leave the country without a special passport
in case he's kidnapped and tortured.
He was at the top of his game
until he dropped off the face of the earth.
- What happened?
- Nobody knows.
But, apparently, you found him.
Come to think of it.
Sounds more like he found you.
- Yeah.
You know, I'm starting to get a little creeped out by that.
Luis, this is Craig leeham.
- It's been a long time, Greg.
- Craig.
- It's good to see you again.
- Well, I wish I could say the same, Luis.
- It appears I've put you in an uncomfortable
position, Brayden.
I'm partly responsible for Mr. leeham's current condition.
- I was a grad student and Luis offered
to help me with my thesis if I participated
in a little research with Dr. Carl meiselhoff.
- It appears you've gained other gifts.
- Well, then what do you say we poke out your eyes
and see what gifts you inherit.
- I understand your bitterness.
Apparently, you've chosen to accept
my invitation in spite of that.
- He makes a good point, Craig.
- Where is this thing?
- Would you like to see it?
You'd be happy to know, Greg, that I've
added some new components that greatly
improve its accuracy.
- Yeah.
Well, you could add all the technology
you want to this thing, Luis, it's still
just an electric ouja board.
- No, there's nothing supernatural.
It follows the laws of nature.
Rules that we almost completely understand.
- For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
- Excuse me?
- You'll never understand all the rules, Luis.
The god model won't allow it.
- What's he talking about, Luis?
- I understand more than you think.
- No, no, you think you understand more than you think.
I need to grow a tail, where's the can?
- Come on, I'll show you.
- Can you believe that guy?
- He's blind, dude.
- Brayden, I know what I'm doing.
- I haven't seen you do anything yet.
Luis, what is the god model?
- It's irrelevant.
- Not according to Craig.
- Albert Einstein came up with it about 60 years ago.
He was giving a lecture at Princeton.
One of his students asked, do you believe in god.
Einstein drew a square on the board.
The square represents all the knowledge
of how the universe works.
He then drew another square inside it like this.
This square represents everything we've learned so far.
Einstein divided the inner square into four sections.
Now, everything on the left side consists
of things that move slower than half the speed of light
and everything on the right side,
faster than half the speed of light.
The top half contains everything larger than an atom.
You, me, planets, galaxies, et cetera.
The bottom half, obviously, contains things
smaller than an atom.
Protons, neutrons, electrons.
- Strings. - - Exactly.
Einstein then explained that each of these boxes
represented a different area of physics.
Classical.
Relativity.
Quantum.
And, relativity quantum.
Each time we make a new discovery,
we push this inner box a little closer
to the edge of the outer box.
For example, m-theory, if correct, would put us here.
- How long until the box is filled in?
- Oddly enough, one of his students
asked that question as well.
Einstein answered never.
- Why not?
- Because then we'd know everything.
Because then we'd be god.
- So, then where does our little experiment
fit into this diagram?
- That's why the god model's irrelevant.
- You need to know.
Luis plans to subject you to that device again.
How do you feel about that?
- I've already lost my eyes and control of my bowels.
So, what else do I have to lose?
- Your life.
- Life is never lost, Brayden.
It's relocated.
That's why I'm here.
- You're looking to relocate?
- No.
I'm
looking to locate.
I, uh, I was young.
And, stupid and
my father left us really early on
so I felt like I had to be the man of the house.
You know.
So, uh.
I bought a gun.
For protection, you know, and
because it made me feel like a badass.
The day I brought it home,
my sister found it.
And, you know, my mother never really forgave me.
You know what i mean, how do you.
- You know, it's okay.
You can cry if you wanna.
- No.
I can't.
- Uh oh.
Can you give me one of those masks?
- Is that chloroform?
- Yes, it is.
Whew.
I feel woozy.
- What is that, Luis?
- It's my contribution.
It's a computer.
Quantum, quantum topographical.
- So, this is better than a regular computer?
- It can calculate in one hour
what you're computer would take 300 years.
Yeah, it's a little bit better.
It can decipher any code in the world.
And, with Craig's help, it's gonna
allow us to contact Abbey.
There's gonna be no noise, no interference.
It's gonna isolate her electromagnetic pattern
on the membrane.
- What are you saying?
- He's saying, he wants to trace the call.
- Our personalities survive after we die.
And, the gravitons that carry them off leave a trail.
Meiselhoff knew this.
- A map to the afterlife?
A map to heaven.
- Or hell.
- Look, you're gonna be able to talk to Abbey.
And, you're not gonna have to suffer the adverse effects
of the equipment.
- You're welcome.
We'll see.
- We're gonna have to go to the hospital.
We don't have anymore ketamine.
- Forget the drugs.
I brought my own.
Buckle up.
- You ready in there, champ?
You know what you're doing, right?
I mean, this isn't dangerous?
- Oh no, this is very dangerous.
Okay, Craig, it's starting.
- How you feeling, Craig?
- Awesome.
- He's drinking.
- Isn't that okay?
Can he do that?
How we doing in there, Craig?
Craig?
- Hello.
Hello.
- Hello.
I can hear you breathing,
breathing, breathing, breathing.
- Abbey.
- Brayden?
- Abbey, are you there?
- Why'd you bring me here?
- Abbey bring you where?
Bring you where.
Abbey. - Keep her talking.
I almost got it.
- Why did you bring me here?
- Wait, Abbey, wait.
Abbey.
- I love you.
- Abbey, where are you?
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
- Abbey, I'm so... - - Brayden.
I'm so sorry.
- Wait, Abbey.
- Brayden.
Brayden.
Craig.
- He's seizing.
- Snow.
- What?
- It was snowing, wasn't it?
- I don't understand.
- When she died.
- Why did you say...
- It was snowing, wasn't it?
- Where is she?
Where do we go when we die?
- They're all around us.
Their universe.
Our universe.
The membranes both occupy the same space.
- What?
- We can't travel there because there's
nowhere to travel to.
We don't go anywhere.
- What happened, Luis?
- It was too much.
In order to get any data, i had to crank everything up and
he couldn't take it.
Apparently, to make this thing work,
you have to induce seizures and fry a person's brain.
Ultimately, making it a one way trip.
- What if we shut the brain down?
- How so?
- You use ketamine before to mimic a near death state.
What if we went further?
What if we induced a general anesthetic,
enough to suppress the seizure stage.
Then let the subject emerge from anesthesia
once contact is made.
- It's plausible, I suppose.
Increase the seizure threshold would allow Craig to
- tolerate... - - Not Craig.
- What you're suggesting means that we need another person.
One who's qualified to administer anesthesia.
- Abbey, are you there?
I can't hear you.
- Why'd you bring me here.
- Abbey, bring you where?
Bring you where? Abbey.
We were this close.
I spoke to her.
I heard her voice.
- Brayden, this is somebody's voice.
My guess is they got some girl
sitting on a cellphone outside your house.
That's your proof?
Voicemail from heaven and a bucket of melted wax?
That is not evidence based science.
I blame myself.
I mean, I should've been keeping a lot
closer an eye on you after you...
- Look, I was depressed after Abbey died.
I admit that but i wasn't irrational.
- You weren't irrational?
You let two total strangers with suspect credentials
convince you that they can defy the laws of physics.
That they can contact the afterlife.
They're living in your house.
You don't even know who they are.
- I know enough.
What's this?
- Evidence.
See, after I found out you were investigating
Carl meiselhoff, I did a little investigating of my own.
Turns out your genius buddy killed
the last guy that he worked with.
- If that's true,
why isn't he in prison?
- They never found a body.
- Any coffee left boys?
Hospital?
- Yeah.
- Taking a lot of call lately?
- Don't worry about it.
- Dev, I'll be back at work soon, I promise.
- Brayden, I'll cover your hours, you know that.
But, I do think it would be a good idea
for you to go back to work.
Focus on the real world for a change.
- Good to see you, Donna.
- And, don't be a stranger.
How's he doing?
- He's a mess.
- So, what's the mold of?
- Mold?
- Yeah, it's like one of the molds from my pottery class.
So what is it?
- Bye.
- Love you.
- Anesthesia, we're not supposed to be
using cellphones in the or.
- Yeah, usually it doesn't take three hours
to do a lap chole either but here we are.
Hey, honey.
- Dev.
There's something here you need to see.
- Meiselhoff didn't commit suicide, you killed him.
You killed him with this.
- It wasn't suicide.
And, it certainly wasn't homicide.
- You are lying.
- He isn't lying.
Carl meiselhoff isn't dead.
- So, he's alive.
- No.
- Brayden, listen to me.
Meiselhoff wanted to make things right.
Redemption for what he did to Craig and his sister.
She's stuck.
Inbetween membranes that we created.
- What I need is for you to stop
with all this metaphysical horseshit and just leave.
- We lost him.
I lost him.
- You know what.
When we lose someone in the or,
it's usually because...
- You don't understand, Brayden, I lost him.
He's not here.
He's somewhere else.
- Somebody gonna get that?
- There's one thing i wanna make clear right now.
Guess who the bitch is gonna be
if we wind up in the same prison cell.
It's Abbey's, isn't it?
- How is this possible?
- Sometimes the departed give me things.
Physical objects that help those
they left behind find their way.
- Bore.
- Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you?
Because, by all means, go right back to packing.
- Not bore, bohr.
B-o-h-r.
He's the founder of quantum physics.
He found that when you observe a subatomic particle,
say an electron,
it actually changes its position and velocity.
And, this is relevant because
when we observe the subatomic world,
there are no rules.
An object can exist in two places at once.
- Like the seashell.
- And, the ring.
- Exactly.
Abbey's final memory was snowfall
and she brought that memory to her afterlife.
This membrane that we go to when we die,
it's in a state of quantum entanglement.
Until we arrive with all our perceptions
and our prejudices,
ultimately,
defining that world.
- Heaven exists?
- Heaven, nirvana,
hell, it all exists.
Not because the Bible or the quran
or Buddha says it does.
It exists because we expect it to.
- You know, I don't think there's a dress code
for the afterlife.
- Then why do they bury everyone in suits?
- Alright, it's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.
I promise you're not gonna end up like Craig.
- You sure about this, Devin?
- You're asking me now?
- Listen, if things don't go well,
I don't want you to feel
you know. - Nobody's gonna die.
Hey, he's not gonna die right?
- No.
- What's this?
- Glaucoma drug, timoptic.
I'm also gonna give you an anticholinergic
so you don't shit your pants.
- Good idea man.
- The hell is this?
- Somebody's not right.
Luis, shut it down, it's too much.
- I know what I'm doing.
- You're gonna lose him.
- No. Hold on. - - Shut it down.
Six more seconds.
- They're all around us.
- Where the hell did he go?
- Welcome home, Carl.
- Devin.
Luis.
Guys, it didn't work.
- Only one at a time.
Where's the dog?
- Jennifer?
- Jenny, nobody calls me Jennifer.
- Where's Brayden?
- He's here.
And, there.
- What the hell do you mean by that?
- It means they flipped membranes.
- Flip him back.
- You can't just flip membranes.
Only one person can go across at a time.
It would mean one of us would have to exchange
to get Brayden back.
- Yeah, well, I nominate you.
- No.
We need him.
- I was following instructions.
- Listen, my boy's over there, bring him back.
Just bring him back.
- It was a necessary evil.
Without Carl, we're lost.
- Figure it out.
- It's impossible.
- No.
There's a way it can be done.
Isn't that right, Craig.
- Can I have this?
- It belongs to a friend of mine.
- Abigail.
- Yes, Abbey.
- You lost her.
- Yes, I lost her.
It was my fault.
- My fault, that's what he said.
- Who?
- Craig.
- Start talking.
- Okay, um.
Let's say that each of my palms are membranes.
And, we have one person over here.
And, we have another over here.
Now, what Luis is talking about is an extraction.
That is where membranes come in contact,
sort of a snatch and grab job.
As you can see, it doesn't really work that well.
Both parties cease to exist.
In fact, we all cease to exist.
- The universe
will cease to exist.
- Now, what if instead of connecting them,
we simply merge them.
To occupy the same space for a short period
of time and then
separate them.
- And, just who's gonna merge these two worlds?
- You got anymore of that ketamine shit?
- I just want the ring.
- I have another ring.
Right here.
- You can't come out.
Not until it starts.
There's a balance.
- Luis.
Luis.
- Yeah, Craig.
- Thank you.
- Brayden.
- Craig.
Where's Abbey?
- Better hang on.
Here it comes.
- It exists because we expect it to.
- Abbey, it's me.
It's Brayden.
I need an answer.
- We assume death to be the worse thing
that could possibly happen to any person.
How very wrong this idea is.
Death is a natural step.
- Brayden, Brayden, Brayden.
- Come with me, I'm taking you home.
- Help guide me.
- Need help, Jenny.
- Brayden.
There's a balance.
- Hey.
Hallelujah.
- Oh no.
I'm losing them.
- What is it?
- Infinite membranes.
All parallel to our own.
And, each with their own universe.
- Hold on. - - Brayden.
- Jenny.
It's time to go.
- It was always about bringing someone back.
I never intended to send anyone over there.
- Over where?
Dr. mastenbrook.
- I'm sorry.
- You were saying that you sent them over.
Over where?
- Over there.
Each to another universe.
- Well, correct me if I'm wrong
but it sounds like you're talking about
m-theory.
- It's not a theory, it's a law.
- So, you're claiming that membranes exist.
How could you possibly know this?
- Because I've seen them.
And, they are beautiful.