Reverie, a virtual reality program
where the impossible becomes possible.
Anything you desire you can find here.
But sometimes, people get lost,
caught between fantasy and reality.
That's where she comes in.
Her name is Mara Kint.
Her job, find the lost ones and bring them home.
And maybe by saving them,
she just might find a way to save herself.
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Previously, on "Reverie"...
Charlie, what are you doing here?
What's your personal connection to this woman?
She worked miracles for complete strangers.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do it
for the people she loved the most.
Ray! Ray!
You never should have suggested using 2.0.
What was I supposed to do?
You were supposed to wait until we figured out
the derealization issues.
- How do I get started? - You get a BCI.
That's the implant, which we provide.
Do some training in virtual environments,
design the Reverie you want, and you're good to go.
And I can be anything I want?
Absolutely. What are you thinking of?
I don't know.
I've been in a bad place lately,
on my couch 24/7.
I can't talk to anyone.
I wanna change. I want...
I need an adventure.
Apertus.
Awesome.
Hi.
Um... I'll have a Scotch.
Certainly.
- Agent Kauffmann? - Hmm?
I'm Keystone, from the agency.
Your assignment.
Target is a scientist
specializing in unconventional weapons.
It says his code name is Vater.
Like... Darth Vader?
He's developed a new bioweapon
that he's offering to the highest bidder.
Your mission is to find him
and stop him.
Okay.
Um... do you have a picture?
No, but I can point him out when the time comes.
What?
Those men work for Vater.
- Hope you're good in a fight. - What?
Get behind me!
Both hands on the gun,
arms straight, thumbs pointed at the target.
Did you see that?
That was amazing. So real!
This is insanely cool!
Target's nearby, probably outside.
On it.
Over there. That's him.
Start the car!
Move!
You?
No. How?
Wait...
Wait! Come back!
Please! Please!
Get out of the car! Now!
Brynn?
Is that you?
- Charlie, what's up? - Good morning.
A case just jumped to the head of the line.
Mind coming in early?
Her name is Rachel Kauffmann.
She came in yesterday.
How'd she get into trouble so fast?
A tech looked in on her last night,
found her sweating and breathing shallowly.
We moved her to the medical unit,
and found that her heart rate was skyrocketing.
Whatever Rachel's doing,
it's elevating her heart rate dramatically,
sending her into ventricular tachycardia,
which could indicate an underlying heart defect.
We screen for underlying medical conditions,
mental health issues.
She signed the waiver. She should've said something.
But we can't let this woman go into cardiac arrest.
You need to get her out of there.
Okay.
Um... why did we stop walking?
Oh, this is your office.
Oh.
Space to work, and a private area,
in case you don't want to spend hours at your desk
in a sleep state.
Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
So, what can you tell me about,
- uh, Rachel's program? - Nothing useful.
We have access to the imagery the clients provide,
but their actual designs are confidential.
They don't have to share them with us.
Generally, people aren't comfortable
putting together a fantasy
if they think someone is looking over their shoulder.
I guess I'll figure it out.
Don't waste time.
Get in, get her, get out.
Apertus.
All right, final bets.
Hold your bet, hold your bet, please.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're after Vater. - I don't know who that is.
Don't bother lying. You're not gonna find him.
Excuse me?
Rachel, hi.
Uh, my name is Mara Kint.
We need to talk.
Who the hell are you?
Oh, uh, I wasn't talking to you.
Well, too bad, 'cause I'm talking to you.
- Thanks. - Back at ya.
You distracted them.
Okay, Rachel, I'm with Onira-Tech.
Um...
we really need to talk.
No time.
What?
Rachel...
How can you be from Onira-Tech?
I thought only one person could enter the program.
It's a different program.
Rachel, please slow down. You're stressing your heart.
Not a chance. I feel fine. I feel great.
Look, you may feel that way,
but you're not.
Why should I believe you?
Why would I lie?
People have lied to me so many times
in so many different and creative ways,
I've stopped wondering why they do it.
What's the point?
It's what they do.
Damn it. You're slowing me down.
Hey!
Rachel!
Rachel! Rachel, slow down!
No, no.
Are you looking for a clue?
I saw you dig through those guys' pockets,
and since you knew how to do that,
I figured that this must be structured like a game.
Wow. You're fast.
When I got in the car, there was a flyer for the casino.
If the room key was on the guys downstairs,
somewhere in this room,
something will tell me where to go next.
Okay... Rachel...
Rachel...
Rachel, listen to me.
Your heart is damaged.
Out there in the real world,
it is beating much faster than it actually should.
The doctors think it's because of an underlying defect.
You need to leave and have it checked out.
I don't get it.
No one ever told me there was a problem with my heart.
Well, maybe the doctor missed it, or...
um, maybe it's new, but it's there.
I don't believe you.
Anyway, what I'm doing is too important.
But it's just a game.
No, it's much more than that.
Why?
I told you.
Go back to where you came from.
I'm not leaving.
It was a spy Reverie? Those are popular.
They are?
Well, some people use the program
to recreate personal experiences.
Others just wanna be Jedi Knights or cowboys.
Feed stories you like into the program,
it creates a narrative.
You can blast bad guys to your heart's content,
like a video game.
Well, except Rachel doesn't think she's in a game.
She's dead serious.
If she keeps going the way she is,
I'm worried she's gonna die.
- Okay, what are you gonna do? - I don't know.
I mean, the program is giving her clues to something,
so until I figure out what that is,
I don't think I can get through to her.
Paul, um...
something...
weird happened.
One of the digital characters
spoke to me.
Last time, they just froze.
What else did it do?
Threatened me,
chased me, tried to strangle me.
That's great!
- Thanks. - No...
They ignored you, because the program
didn't recognize you then.
Now it does.
The more it knows you,
the easier it'll be for you to work.
How does it get to know me?
Just like people. By watching you.
Dylan, there are pictures of Rachel at a school.
Where does she teach?
Recent posts mention working for
the Sawtelle School District.
You know, she's pretty mild for Jane Bond.
I thought her name was Rachel.
Right, yeah, but in her Reverie,
she's like a female James Bond, so J...
you know what, never mind, it's all good.
You probably never even heard of him.
James Bond was a fictional spy
created by a British novelist, Ian Fleming,
- portrayed on film... - Right, yes.
That one.
Okay, I forget sometimes that you're a computer.
- That's okay. - Okay, so...
Who is the most frequent poster on her feed?
Let me check. It'll just take a second.
I like spy stories.
Alexis says when we were little,
we used to pretend to be spies together.
When who was little?
Alexis and me.
The most frequent poster
on Rachel Kauffmann's social media stream
is named Anton DeRay.
Okay, Dylan, some other time,
I'd really like to hear about those spy games,
but in the meantime,
can you please get me a number for Anton DeRay
and send it to my phone?
Sure. Anything else?
Uh... no.
No, I'm...
Ray! Ray! Ray!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, sorry.
Excuse me! Wait!
Brynn!
Oh...
Um...
You're okay.
- I thought your daughter... - It's all right.
Um...
I'm so sorry.
Anton, what can you tell me about Rachel?
Smart,
funny,
hates it when people say she's nice.
- Oh. - I watched her go through
a bunch of guys who did not treat her very well.
Figured I'd be the one to...
mend her broken wing.
I'm guessing it didn't happen that way.
Well, we finally got together,
then she slept with one of my housemates.
Well, that sounds pretty deliberate to me,
like she was pushing you away.
Yeah, she does that,
but you gotta understand,
a lot of people have let her down in her life.
Her mom died when she was young.
Her dad was never in the picture.
Her aunt raised her.
You know, it's weird.
Her aunt died about four months ago.
Rachel was okay. Wasn't a surprise.
Her... her aunt had been sick for a while.
But then, she went to clean out that aunt's house,
and when she came back, she was in this, uh...
funk.
It's like...
you couldn't even touch her.
She wouldn't let you.
Listen, I... I gotta... I gotta get to work.
Call me please, if there's anything else.
I will. Thank you so much, Anton.
All right.
Charlie sent me.
Um... do you mind a talk?
Have you noticed anything unusual
since the BCI was implanted?
Weird stuff, hallucinations?
Why?
Reverie 2.0, the version you have,
digs pretty deep into the consciousness.
There's a chance of side effects.
Like what?
Uh, we call it derealization.
Is that as scary as it sounds?
Mm... no, no, no. It's a ghosting effect,
like when you, uh, look at something bright
and still see it when you close your eyes.
2.0 is programmed to recognize images
you're emotionally connected to.
Sometimes, it'll latch onto one,
even when you're not in the program.
Is what you saw something you care about?
Someone, yes.
How long did you see them for?
It was just... for a moment, twice.
Okay, good. It's a temporary effect.
It won't last.
Put away anything associated with the person,
pictures, whatever, just until the effect passes.
And if it happens again, take one of these.
They're mild anti-anxiety meds.
Paul, I just emptied my medicine cabinet.
Do I really need these?
Just until the effect passes.
Hey.
Charlie, Paul says I'm fine.
You don't have to check up on me.
I'm not.
Rachel Kauffmann's gone into tachycardia again.
You're gonna have to go back in.
Uh, okay, can... can you
help me change my outfit in her Reverie?
I can help you bring,
carry, wear, or be anything you like.
- Sky's the limit. - Okay, good.
Then I'm gonna need a fancy dress
and a gun.
Apertus.
Oh...
Oh, nice, Paul.
Shh.
Four guys with guns.
No, he's still show up though.
- You think so? - Mm-hmm.
Nice shooting.
I used to work with the police.
We got training.
- Why'd you do that? - I hate guns.
Why would someone who hates guns work for the police?
Well, I didn't hate them when I got started,
but then my sister and niece got killed by one.
Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?
Look, I'm not here to stop you.
I just wanna talk, okay?
Can we do that?
Are you looking for another clue?
No, I know what to do.
The boat's GPS has the last location of where it went.
If I can figure out how to turn it on,
it'll take me there.
What happens then?
If I'm right,
I find Vater.
Vater? Like Darth Vader?
No.
Well, then who? Who is that?
Rachel, why'd you wanna be a spy?
Spies are tough.
They kick ass, they work alone.
They know that everybody lies to them.
So you wanted a spy story,
and the program made you one,
but then it became something more.
This program is magical.
Things happen here that you can't explain.
Amazing things can happen here.
What amazing things are you waiting for?
Something happened when you cleaned your aunt's house.
Oh, my God, who told you that?
Something happened. What was it?
Nothing, except that once again,
I learned the bitter lesson that you should never, ever
- trust anyone... - Did your aunt lie to you?
Especially the people who tell you you should.
Did she hide something from you?
Was it something that had to do with your mother?
Is your mother connected to Vater?
- Stop it! Just stop it! - Rachel, listen to me,
you are in danger of going into cardiac arrest.
You could die. You have to stop.
You told me you wouldn't ask me to stop.
Get off this boat.
Let me stay.
No.
That's not real.
Then how come I can feel it in my hands?
If I shoot you in my Reverie, do you die?
Do you wake up?
What do you think happens?
Mara...
This is Monica Shaw, one of our investors.
Monica, Mara Kint.
- Hello. - A pleasure, Mara.
I very much looked forward to meeting you.
Really? Why?
I heard about your success with Tony Linton.
Excellent work.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Word travels fast.
Oh, don't blame Charlie.
It's my job to keep an eye on operations.
- Should I be nervous? - Of course not.
Can I talk to you a second?
Excuse us.
Who is that?
My worry, not yours.
- Any more side effects? - No.
Anyway, Paul said that they're temporary.
Temporary if you follow instructions,
which in my experience is not something you do.
I'll be fine.
That device in your brain is incredibly powerful, Mara.
Don't mess with it.
The doctors tried a new medication on Rachel.
It calmed her heart down, for now at least.
Go home.
Get some rest.
Uh, why are you so concerned about her, Charlie?
She's running around in other people's brains,
using a technology we barely understand.
You don't think that's concerning?
You've never mentioned being concerned
about the technology before.
Why are you so worried about her, Charlie?
Let's go.
Rachel's mother was Miriam Kauffmann.
She died in 1993 of cervical cancer.
She was 31 years old.
- Anything else about her? - Not really.
Okay, how many times is Miriam mentioned
in Rachel's social media posts?
Three times:
eight, five, and four years ago.
Not more recently?
Like, maybe, four months ago, when her aunt died?
Nope.
Okay, what do you get
when you search Miriam
with the word Vater?
No hits.
But what do you get on Vater alone?
According to one dictionary,
it can mean a Valentine's Day hater,
or the act of drinking a foul liquid.
Okay, well, that's not helpful.
It's a common name in Germany,
but it's pronounced differently there.
- How is it pronounced? - Vah-ter.
And what does that mean in English?
She mispronounced the name.
She thought it was Vater.
- Like Darth Vader? - Yeah, exactly.
But it's "Vah-ter,"
German for father.
Well, Kauffmann is a German name.
I can see the program making that leap.
I think that she thinks that the program
is leading her to her father.
Is that possible?
The program's designed to give you what you want,
either what you say you want or what it senses you need.
So if the program sensed that need in her,
sure, it might introduce her father to the narrative.
But it would need data about him to work from.
But there's no sign of him anywhere.
On her birth certificate, he's listed as John Doe.
If you're right,
and the program put him in the Reverie,
then it must have found something.
You know, it might be on her laptop.
The design app would be there,
and it pulls data from the hard drive.
You want me to hack into a laptop?
A lot of people here can do that.
But Paul says you're the best in the office.
He's right, but I have work to do.
Time is kind of an issue, this has to be done fast,
and you are the best.
- Flattery won't help you. - Okay, what will?
Do you know that I received a MacArthur Grant?
I don't know what that is,
but that sounds very impressive.
It's given to geniuses in their field.
I got it when I was 17.
That's the work you're asking me to interrupt.
Like I said, impressive.
Yes.
Do your parents ever come to the office?
Why?
I would like to meet them.
I was talking to Dylan.
He mentioned things you and he did when...
you were little.
Is he based on somebody in your family?
Was there, like, an inspiration there, or...
Dylan is an artificial intelligence.
The question is irrelevant.
This is open.
I have real work to do.
Rachel found the picture in her aunt's house
when she was cleaning it out.
She wrote a whole journal about it.
It's all right there on the laptop.
That's her mother, and she thinks
that that man right there is her father.
Mm-hm.
Well, based on appearances, I'd say she could be right.
The aunt never showed her the picture,
denied knowing anything about the father,
so then, when she found it, she went into a rage.
Can't blame her there.
Did she look for him?
Uh, she hired detectives,
did DNA registry, even talked to a psychic.
She didn't find anything.
So she's desperate.
Isolated. Disconnected.
This is the only person that she has left,
and she couldn't find him,
until he turned up in her Reverie.
That's what the program was picking up on, Charlie.
That's why he's there.
She needs him.
I know you're telling me this for a reason.
I want you to find him.
I am not police anymore, Mara.
And she already did a search.
With rent-by-the-hour private detectives.
They're useless, Charlie.
Nobody's looked for him, not seriously.
You brought me here to help people, right?
Yeah.
She needs help.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go back in.
I'm not here to get in your way.
Then what are you here to do?
I get it.
You tell people to leave, you push them away,
but you don't mean it, not really.
I didn't.
When I was drunk and grieving
and I was staying in my room and ignoring my calls,
telling my friends to leave,
what I really wanted...
what I really hoped...
Was that one, just one,
would ignore me and stay.
And that's what I'm gonna do for you,
whether you like it or not.
- Dylan? - Yes, Charlie?
Can you run a facial recognition program
- on this man here? - Sure. How old is the picture?
25 years.
I'll have to compensate for the aging.
- It'll take a minute. - Do your best.
Charlie...
why do you work with me in the public areas?
If you let me access your office,
we could do this at your desk.
I like you, Dylan, but I'm not letting you in my office.
Why not?
- Man needs his privacy. - Okay.
Facial recognition returns approximately 310,000 hits.
The age difference makes it hard.
Hmm...
You see the hand on the lower right?
The one that's almost out of frame?
Enlarge that three times.
Okay.
Now the ring on the middle finger,
just that.
That's a school ring.
Can you read the writing on it?
It says "Sun Central High 1986."
You know, I had a case about 15 years ago,
decomposed body, no head,
but there was a ring,
and that was all we needed.
You know what I'm on, Dylan?
What, Charlie?
The march to victory.
Hey.
You can put the gun down. Nobody else is here.
Come on down.
You found me.
Congratulations, kiddo.
Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat.
I know you have questions, so...
go ahead, hit me, shoot.
Are you...
are you my father?
I mean, I know...
I'm not crazy. You're not my father.
You're a digital thing.
But in the real world...
are you my father?
What do you think?
Yes.
You look so much...
I mean, that's my nose.
Ever since I saw that picture, I felt...
I feel like I've known that...
you're my dad.
Then I am, kiddo.
You're right.
You've been right all along.
Are you saying that because it's true,
or because it's what I wanna hear?
Is there a difference?
Yes.
I mean, there are things that I need to know.
Are you alive?
Where do you live? Do you think about me?
Do you have a family?
Will you be mad if I try to get in touch with you?
Do you like reggae music
or corn on the cob or jokes?
Can you tell me any of that?
You see, I...
I have a... have... have a damaged heart, and...
I'm so angry and sad,
and I push people away.
I'm horrible to them, I don't trust them,
and I never think that they're telling me the truth,
and I don't wanna be that way anymore.
I don't. I don't.
I need to feel connected to something real,
something I can feel and rely on.
Can you help me with that, please?
Rachel...
he can't do that for you.
I know.
I know that now.
You're gonna be okay.
I don't think so. I don't feel very well.
It's time to go.
I'll be with you on the other side.
Okay.
Exitus.
Welcome back.
Nice work.
How is Rachel doing?
Uh, she's fragile but better, I think.
She saw a cardiologist who says
he can treat her condition with the medication.
He's sending her home today.
Hey, I got someone I want you to meet.
Hi.
This is Elliott Harrison.
That's his hand in the picture.
Charlie, what have you done?
So you were there, Mr. Harrison?
Yeah, with my friend Alan. That's Alan.
He was invited to see the baby,
but he was nervous, so I went with him.
Nervous because he's the father
and wasn't sticking around?
Well......
well, you have to understand, uh,
Alan and Miriam had a deal.
Uh, Miriam was single and wanted a child,
and Alan was a friend and agreed to be the father.
After that, poof, they go their separate ways.
Miriam was very clear. That baby was hers.
She didn't want him hanging around.
They didn't stay in touch.
Uh, Alan never saw her after that.
Um, I feel terrible now that I know what happened.
Terrible about what?
Um, Mr. Harrison,
this is Rachel Kauffmann.
Elliott knew your mom.
Oh, uh...
they, uh, tell me you're looking for your father.
I just talked to him.
Uh, that's, uh, his number.
Oh, oh, oh.
Rachel Kauffmann is on her way home.
I heard.
And I... you know, I just wanted to say thank you
for getting into her laptop.
It really helped.
Good.
And I also wanted to say...
Uh, you're right
to be proud of the program, Alexis.
Rachel told me that she thought it was miraculous, and...
now I'm starting to see why.
That's why they give me the genius grants.
Alexis, it's 6:30.
- Ready for backgammon? - Sure.
Black or red?
Black.
He was her brother.
They were twins.
Twins?
Must've been about 10 or 11 when he died.
She's never told me what happened to him.
I don't think she's told anybody.
Hi.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
Listen, I...
I don't want you to think that you owe me anything.
I understand the deal that you had with my mother.
If we could talk every now and then,
that would be great,
but I understand if you don't want to.
Do you mind waiting here a second?
- Yeah, sure. - Okay.
The last time I saw your mom, she gave me that,
and I kept it,
well, probably because I liked your mom,
but mostly because...
I hoped this day would come,
and I could show it to you
and tell you that I never forgot about you.
My, um...
my family is away,
because they wanted to give us some time alone.
But they're gonna be back in a little while.
Will you stay?
I'd like you to meet them.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Sure.
I could do that.
Hi there.
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