♪ [dramatic music]
♪ [energetic theme]
[police sirens wail]
[digital counter ticks]
[EMP build up]
[Pulse Promo narration] Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb.
[panicked voices]
[distant female voice] It's an EMP...
[Pulse Promo narration] Fries every electrical circuit.
[distant male voice] So this was an act of terrorism...
[distant female voice] It's fried everything!
Nothing works!
[Pulse Promo narration] Leaves building intact.
[Pulse Promo narration] But now dead,
[Pulse Promo narration] and toxic.
[Pulse Promo narration] Fries people's heads.
[distant male voice] Out of my way!
[female voice] What the fuck is going on!?
[Pulse Promo narration] In a total lockdown,
where paranoia and psychosis now rule,
how will you escape?
[screaming]
[Pulse Promo narration] Which character will you play?
Will it be '‘Germaphobic Cole':
Idealist.
Puzzle solver. Loyal to a fault.
Or '‘Psychopath Fitch':
Aggressive. Subversive.
Has no Fear.
Or will you chose me?
I'm '‘Alice'. My syndrome is '‘Wonderland'.
Far sight. Distorted reality.
It's my one edge, against the '‘monsters'.
Monsters like you.
[distant female voice] I'm coming!
[Jaz] It's fine. The Promo works.
[Martin] You hate '‘fine'.
[Jaz] It's the rest that disappoints.
[Caspar] Have we done enough?
Give enough?
Jaz, that's us in there.
[Jaz] Too many meetings. Too much good got dumped.
[Caspar] We've done our best.
Of course, not everyone's got a lot to give.
[Caspar] Hey, we survived!
[Jaz] Did we? We'll see.
[Martin] You've got to be kidding!
After all the time we've spent in here?
Games in the box! Jaz, it's done!
You should feel proud of yourself.
[Jaz] You think he's satisfied?
[Martin] Yeah, with himself!
[Caspar] Still need his approval?
♪ [hip hop music]
♪ They see me on the sidelines, sideline.
♪ See you watching from the sidelines, sideline.
♪ But when it's time to move guaranteed I'm a move on 'em.
♪ Top down, high beams, and the trues on 'em.
♪ You see me on the sidelines, sideline.
♪ I see you watching from the sidelines, sideline.
♪ But when it's time to move guaranteed I'm a move on 'em.
♪ Top down, high beams, and the trues on 'em.
♪ They like what the hell are you waiting for.
♪ Can't a Black man port face anymore.
♪ Can I rock mics much better than yours?
♪ Can I?
♪ Chill up in the stand and just wait for applause.
♪ I'm breaking your balls so to speak.
♪ Your lack technique and your flows are weak,
♪ but I'm a lay back and just let you feast.
♪ Hell, no, y'all beating that--
[Errol] You hate elevators, Charlie.
You should take the fuckin' stairs.
[Music - Stallz, "Sidelines"]
♪ They don't understand my master plan.
♪ All around the world, get massive fans.
♪ Radio show gon' want me on demand.
♪ Next thing you know, got a Grammy in my hand.
[Caspar] Your mum called.
Again!
[Jaz] She likes you!
[Caspar] She likes to talk about you.
[Caspar] She'd like to talk to you, and you're not picking up.
[paper clatters onto floor]
[Jaz] Uhm!
[Caspar] She worries, you know?
[Caspar] She knows how tight it's been, and what that can do.
[Jaz] It's a guilt trip.
[Jaz] She blames herself for my bad genes.
Like either of us had a choice.
[Jaz] I'll walk over to Gene, and tell her it's signed off.
[Jaz] I'll call mom!
[Caspar sighs]
[Jaz] Add to the stress!
[bottle bumps onto table]
[indiscernible chatter] [via baby monitor]
♪ sinister music
[Eddie] You are right.
[Eddie] It's not always easy to talk.
[indiscernible chatter]
[Eddie] Even when you've lots to say.
[indiscernible chatter]
[Lady] Thanks, got an hour to go.
See you later.
[Jaz] It's done.
[Gene] You should be proud of yourself.
[Jaz] I'll swing by in the morning to say thanks to the team.
[Gene] Umm...
We lost Lauren.
[Jaz] Shit, why? She did a really great job!
[Gene] Errol came and gave her the marching orders
a few minutes ago.
[Gene whispering] He scares me.
[Jaz] Shit!
[Meadow] We need to talk about the lift.
[Jaz] Yeah, um, we spoke to the landlord.
And they'll fix the other lift,
to access your floors and the rest of the building,
but, we're not sharing our lift with you.
[cell-phone rings]
[Jaz] I gotta take this. We can talk about it in the morning.
[cell-phone rings]
[Mom] Hey, baby girl!
[Jaz] Mom!
[Mom] You look exhausted!
[Mom] I know what '‘crunch-time' is.
[Mom] All that stress... What it can mean.
[Jaz] '‘Wonderland' comes.
It goes.
Eventually it'll leave altogether, I mean, it did for you.
[Mom] It hasn't for you!
I know you're worried!
[Mom] You worry one day it'll come
and stay for good.
[Mom] I know you!
[Jaz] I know it seems like Grandma soothed your '‘Wonderland' away.
But she didn't.
It's just how you like to think of it.
[Jaz] You think you can sooth mine. You can't.
When Wonderland really hit, I had '‘Pulse'.
Building our first game was my cure.
Building the re-boot has been my therapy...
Yeah, it hasn't been great therapy.
[Mom] What about that thing.
with... Errol?
[Jaz] It didn't work out, Mom.
[Jaz] Not Errol.
[Jaz] Not the Game. Neither like I thought they would.
I've learned, though,
that love sucks.
And '‘Pulse' isn't our game anymore.
[Mom] I have time now. You should come over - soon!
♪ [techno funk]
[Errol] Our last line of defence!
Stay strong!
So...
Any idea of the unhappy author of our Ego-graffito?
So unhappy he thinks it's best underlined...
Well, not so unhappy he ain't clearly pleased with the word-play.
[Dom] It's everywhere. Could be anyone.
[Errol] '‘It-could-only-be.. Caspar-Lee'.
Ain't that so, folks.
[door swishes open]
[Rynette] Could you please.
[Eddie] I can still see it.
[Dom] And we'll keep seeing it until you find out who's doing it.
[Eddie] I already did.
[Dom] Errol Jones thinks it's Caspar Lee.
[Eddie] I know who it is.
[Dom] And?
[Eddie] I'm building a case.
[Dom] Eddie Coetze. Still playing games.
[Eddie] And you... Still wasting time.
[Jaz] The game's ready, it's almost in the box.
[Jaz] Ok, I gotta go, Mom. Talk soon.
[Jaz] Jesus, Eddie!
[Eddie] But it isn't, is it? '‘Ready'...
[Eddie] You look tired, Jaz. Another migraine?
[Jaz] I'll survive.
[Eddie] After all these months, you must be exhausted.
[Jaz] Yeah but, we're done. Most have gone home.
[Jaz] It's finished.
[Eddie] Anything exciting, maybe, even... original?
[Jaz] It's a reboot. Eddie.
Same model, new clothes.
[Jaz] Come on, you know that.
[Eddie] Yes. Yes, I know, I know, but it's...
But it's about more than just graphics.
Start again.
[Jaz] You're kidding me?
[Eddie] You have to!
[Eddie] I can tell. Just looking at you.
[Jaz] I'd love to, but we can't.
[Eddie] You made too many compromises.
[Jaz] Spoken like a true gamer.
But welcome to the rather different world of game development.
[Eddie] Missed, then...
A chance for real innovation?
[Jaz] '‘Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb Sends Everybody Mad'.
How's that?
[Eddie] That's '‘Pulse'.
[Eddie] Five years on, and the re-boot? What's new?
[Jaz] We've gone from Indie, all the way to corporate mincer.
Sometimes there's just no warming a publisher's cold feet.
'‘Innovation'?
These days, Eddie, we just do as we're told.
[Eddie] So you went for... safe? Formulaic.
[Jaz] It's fine!
[Jaz] Look... it's all good. Okay?
[Eddie] Stagnant... Predictable. How good can it be?
[Jaz] Don't hold your breath.
[Eddie] I made some suggestions.
[Jaz] More notes?
[Jaz] I can't take them.
[Eddie] Take it!
[Eddie] Read it. You're the writers, you could use it.
[Jaz] We won't use them!
[office phones ring]
[Jaz] I'm sorry, Eddie.
[Jaz] I'll take a look at them, okay?
[Jaz] But it's not our call any. It's not our game.
We're just cogs these day, we're not... innovators.
[Eddie] You used to be.
[Jaz] Yeah.
[security buttons beep]
[door opens]
[Eddie] You've just forgotten.
[Errol whistling]
[Jaz] Hear you've been busy?
[Jaz] Gene just told me. It's Lauren, '‘Art & Design'.
[Jaz] Game's all but wrapped, and she's leaving.
[Caspar] What? Burned-out?
[Jaz] Tossed out!
[Jaz] Errol just fired her.
[Caspar] What?
[Errol] Oh relax, Pumpkin.
[Errol] It's been coming since the '‘crunch'.
[Errol] She was clearly laying tracks
[Errol] with a speeding train whistling up her ass...
[Errol] You should have just delegated to the slave-labor.
[Caspar] Dumped on interns. Nice.
[Jaz] Yeah, because that's what you would've done.
[Errol] Happy days!
[Errol] They made me a producer.
So these days, all I do is herd goats.
[Jaz] Even if it's over a cliff?
[Caspar] And you're perfect for.
Selfish. Ruthless.
Two-faced.
The perfect corporate bully-boy.
[Jaz] When the hell did we sell out?
[Errol] When?
When it worked!
When '‘Pulse' flew and we swapped
bedrooms for this office.
When we got a publisher, Jaz.
The guys who moved us into four floors
of this shitty-ass building!
That's when...
[Errol] The day we sold the re-boot idea, Sweetheart.
Prayed we'd take it '‘All-the-way to fuckin'-Triple'!
Remember that, Jaz?
[Errol] Yeah!
[pendulum balls click]
[Caspar] There, look!
[Caspar] See what he's doing?
He knows that damn thing irritates me!
[Martin] That's why he's doing it.
[Errol] Hang-on!
What's this?
We're getting love-letters from Eddie now?
[Jaz] It's more notes.
[Errol] From the security guy?
The guy in the hairpiece he thinks no one notices.
[listening over baby monitor] [Errol] Lots of notes.
[Errol] If barely a word to anyone, but Jaz.
[Jaz] You've seen those rubber-bands at his wrists.
[Jaz] He's a package wrapped way too tight.
[pendulum balls click]
[Caspar] It's a stress thing. Believe me. I know.
Eddie... is an angry man!
♪ [energetic music]
-[Errol] Get to work, everybody. -[Eddie] That's just plain rude!
Should've used so much more of the '‘chaos' in the market place.
Right under your feet.
In the people.
The hawkers and hipsters.
Rogue-traders... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Game-makers...
People...
Different backgrounds.
Cultures, perspectives. Fears...
[keyboard clatters]
You got a '‘sick building' and a harsh reality.
All here... And didn't use it... right.
[Eddie] Then there's the Pulse.
Why so much bang-for-the buck?
When you know it comes with a gentle kiss. [voice echoing]
[traffic noises]
[pendulum balls click]
[Caspar] What the hell?
Here, check this out. What do you think?
[Caspar] I think we should do something like this...
[high-pitch ringing] [audio fades]
[electronic buzz]
[Caspar] That's weird!
[electronic whizzing]
[Jaz] What the hell was that?
[Caspar] Jaz, what's wrong?
[Caspar] You ok?
[Jaz] It's trembling.
[heartbeat increases]
[static whine]
[Eddie] It comes... softly.
In small surprises.
The little things.
[Errol] What the fuck is going on?
[Martin's heartbeat races] ♪ [dramatic music]
[Jaz] What is this doing here?
[Caspar] Something's wrong with Martin.
[Jaz] You okay?
[heartbeat races]
[Jaz] Can you breathe?
[heartbeat races]
[Eddie] By the time you hear it.
see it... feel it...
It's already gone.
[panting]
♪ [music builds]
[Errol] So, is he dead?
[Jaz] You're an asshole!
[Caspar] Must be some kind of power surge?
[Errol] Nope. The lights are on, Pumpkin.
[electronic wind-down]
[Martin] Aargh...
[Errol] They thought you were dead!
[Caspar] No, we didn't.
[Jaz] My God, are you okay?
[Martin mumbles]
[Dom] Shit!
[Caspar] Line's dead.
It's got to be a power surge?
[Jaz] Something surged up through the wiring behind the walls.
[Jaz] I saw it.
[Jaz] I could feel it.
[Jaz] Didn't you see it?
[Errol] My cell-phone's dead.
[Errol] Shit, so is my watch.
[Errol] That's some surge.
[Martin mumbles] [Jaz] Got to get you some help.
[Martin mumbles]
[pulsing static]
[Jaz] What is it?
[magnets bang onto floor] [Errol] I'm thinking...
[Caspar] Maybe it's an old mine?
[Caspar] This damn town was built on gold.
[Caspar] Maybe it's a landslide?
[Errol] No, no, no, if that was the case,
this whole shit-pile would've dropped.
[Martins heart races] [Jaz] Oh, shit! Your heart!
[Caspar] Your surgery.
[Caspar] The stress!
The mold.
This bad air, and now this!
We've got to get him out of here!
[Errol] Correction!
Get us all out!
[Caspar] The door's locked.
It won't open.
♪
[Errol] All these years in the business.
[Errol] From Pac-Man, all the way to pacemaker...
You gonna make it, Marty?
[Jaz] We are getting him out of here!
[Errol] I am just asking, Jaz.
[Errol] '‘Cos I'm thinking..
I'm thinking it ain't over yet.
♪ [tense techno]
[screwdriver clatters] [Dom] Aargh!
[Errol] Oh, boy!
[Errol] Trouble's coming!
More tremors? Like an after-shock?
[Errol] Exactly like,
The '‘Realtime Effect'.
You know what I'm talking about.
[Errol] You all do.
The second wave is coming.
♪ [fast paced music]
We'll ride this out together.
[static pulsing]
[electric buzz]
[Eddie] And it's back!
[burning sizzle]
[Jaz] Jesus, it's hot!
[Errol] Déjà vu?
[Errol] Oh, it's coming, Sweetheart!
We both know it... it's coming like a fucking tsunami.
[Jaz] Aagh!
[Eddie wheezes in agony]
[Errol] You see it?
In neon!
No!
[Martin grunts]
[distant shouting]
[banging on door]
[pressure valves popping] [steam hisses]
[hairpiece falls onto floor]
[electronic whine] [banging on pipes]
[Errol] Chem-sticks.
Cheap.
Effective.
No plug-ins, no batteries.
[Caspar] Just chemicals.
Trapped with toxic fumes, and more chemicals!
[Errol] At least you know what shit you're in.
[footsteps approaching]
[Eddie pants for breath]
[buttons clatter onto floor]
[Eddie] A virtual... as reality.
[Errol] Is '‘Alice' still in '‘Wonderland'?
[Caspar] It's over.
Just leave her alone, alright!
[Caspar] Her head still hurts.
[crying] [Jaz] Martin's dead, Errol.
Does that mean anything to you?
[Errol] It means we've got to go.
It means we've got no choice.
You know the storyline.
We're in total lockdown, and no one is coming.
[Jaz] '‘Storyline'?
[Caspar] We'll wait more.
[Caspar] Someone will come.
[Errol] Someone did come!
[Errol] You know how this works, Pumpkin?
[Errol] Someone- and what's the betting,
with aluminum beer-kegs and copper wire.
[Errol] Real fan!
[Errol] Someone who decided we should all play this game for real!
[Caspar] Someone like you?
[Errol] Someone with an EMP bomb!
That's just bullshit and wishful thinking.
[Errol] Ask Jaz!
She saw it.
[Jaz] I don't know what I saw.
[Jaz] But Errol's right...
[Jaz] We gotta go.
[Errol] Everything electrical.
[Errol] Plugged or unplugged.
[Errol] Anything with batteries. dead!
[Errol] Anything magnetic- dead.
Anything just went magnetic! Guess what- dead!
Come on, guys!
We wrote this shit!
That thing pulsed, and went straight through his pace-maker.
[Errol] Into our heads!
And it's still feeding.
Ain't that right, Jaz?
[Jaz] You know what I think?
I think you're insane!
Way, way worse, Sweetheart!
I think we all are!
[Charlie] Help!
Help!
Hello? No! Help!
[Charlie] Help!
[panicked shouting] ♪ [tense music]
[Man] We need to get out, man!
[Eddie] In case of an emergency,
move calmly towards the exits.
But what if there are no exits?
[Caspar] This isn't the game.
I don't want to play the game.
[echoes rumble]
[Errol] Looks like Marty got an idea.
[echoes rumble]
[mold crackles and grows]
[Caspar] You know...
You know I have a sore throat?
A sinus problem.
[Caspar] You know why?
[Errol] Sure, I just don't give a fuck!
[Errol] That's the only way out.
[Jaz] Cas! Cas, look at me.
[Jaz] Cas. Hey, look at me.
We gotta go.
Something surged. It blew the as before they could trigger.
And maybe he's right.
I think he is.
Maybe it did melt every circuit in the place, but maybe...
it also left the shell intact.
You know, like a pulse bomb does?
[Jaz] And that's good news, yes... and, it's bad.
-[Caspar] It's the itchy hand. -[Jaz] Yeah.
[Caspar] Bad air.
The mold.
It's everywhere.
[Caspar] Everyone's sick.
[Jaz] This place is sick!
It's dangerous and that's my point.
We're here and no one's coming.
It wants to kill me!
[Jaz] We could all die here before anyone ever notices.
My guess? Outside, nobody knows.
Outside, nothing looks wrong, when inside, everything is!
That's why we've got to go.
[Jaz] Figure our own way out.
[Errol] While we still can.
[Errol] What is it? You need more, Pumpkin?
Eddie is on the other end of this!
We know Eddie's an angry man.
You want him to come?
He's been watching us.
Listening... Maybe for months now.
Maybe he did it.
[Errol] We know he's obsessed with her.
[Jaz] Oh, come on!
[Errol] It was a pulse, and you know it.
And we all know what it does to the old grey matter.
It sends people '‘loco'!
[Jaz] Enough! We're in enough trouble here
without you ramping up...
His paranoia.
[Jaz] Eddie!
[Jaz] Please.
[Errol] Cheap.
Low spec!
Who else could it be?
Who the hell else cares!
[Jaz] I thought we did!
[Errol] You know Eddie's had his weird agenda for months now?
What's that agenda now, huh?
And you, you want to be here when he rolls up with it?
[echoes rumble]
[Errol] Speak of the Devi!
[Caspar] Eddie's up there!
Is he coming here?
[Errol] Where else?
Of course, being paranoid don't mean the monsters ain't real, Pumpkin.
[Eddie laughs mockingly]
[cover clatters onto floor]
[screeching]
[Dom's feet bang onto floor]
[Caspar] That isn't Eddie.
[Errol] No. That's an anti-climax.
[muffled hearing]
[overpowering ringing]
[Eddie] Something more to say, Gene? Uhm?
[Dom] '‘The Janitor' is here.
Follow him. He will save you all.
[Errol] Good to know.
[Jaz] '‘The Janitor' is carrying the one damn flashlight that works.
[Dom] Capacitor LED bulb. No batteries.
[Caspar] That's Martin.
[Caspar] He's dead.
[Caspar] I'm Caspar.
I'm not going up there!
[Caspar] Will you open the door, please?
[Dom] No.
This is the only way.
That's the only option?
'‘The Janitor' knows best.
Who knows who else is stuck?
We gotta help get the others out.
[Caspar] '‘Others'?
[Errol] Folks like you, Pumpkin.
[Errol] Folks with '‘issues'.
[Errol] Likely just flipped all the way to '‘max'.
♪ [fast music]
[piercing ring]
[popping splat]
♪ [fast music]
[Jaz] Together, Cas...
I know who we all are, and if there's... problems,
I can hold us all together.
[Errol] '‘Wonderland'. The one syndrome that comes good.
[Errol] Reality may distort, but you know what?
[Errol] It's still there.
And Alice...
[Errol] She's our voice of reason and restraint.
She even knows what's real, and what ain't.
Our '‘sanity-gauge'.
[Jaz] Or would you rather stay with Marty?
[Errol] What, you going to wait for Eddie to show up?
I'm coming.
[Errol] Come on, Pumpkin, after you!
[Errol] Come on!
[Errol] Spooky, Marty!
I like it already!
[distressed voices]
[clanging and hissing]
[hissing]
Audio-cues.
The power of unsettling sounds..
Right before the jump scare.
That Jaz!
She break your heart too?
But I can make things right.
'‘Level Design for Beginners''
Genre: '‘Survival-Horror'.
A tutorial.
[screeching metal]
[Errol] You missed, motherfucker!
[Thabo] It's my water.
You can't have it!
[Jaz] Oh no!
Not now!
[screaming] [squelching]