- 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.
- Hello.
- 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.
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.
- 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
Everything.
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
of the helmet.
- 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 ouija 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.
- 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.
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.
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.