(Michael and a Janitor enter an office showing people from the Village on monitors)
Michael
These people. They're my subjects.
JJanitor
(notices 37927 on a monitor) Hey, that's me. Is that me? When did this happen?
Michael
(standing in front of a large monitor) How did this happen? I started this. I found these people and I put them into my reports. I did this.
(Lucy/4-15 appears on the monitor)
LLucy
(on video) I'm sorry. I have to go. Nobody resigns from Summakor. Nobody. They're sending tickets for your execution, Michael, but they're calling it a promotion.
JJanitor
Someone's trying to get inside. (leaves)
LLucy
(on video) There is a place. Another place. It's where they sent them. It's where they sent me. And you. Whatever you do, stay away of Summakor.
(The curtains of a nearby window open, revealing the Village on the other side. Michael, looking through it, notices Six - himself.)
Michael
(pounding on the window) Hey! Look up here!
(Six looks toward the towers, but sees only a flashing light and leaves the area)
Helen is a biochemist. She studies the mind. The depths of the mind. We all commonly accept the existence of the unconscious. Helen surmised that, if there are two layers of consciousness, then why not more? And if there are more, where are they, and what are they? What if we could go there? And what if we could take with us all these broken people and let them fix themselves? Nothing too clever. Just the simple virtues of life. Dignity and labor, sibling pride... family. Sufficient to rekindle their lost purpose here on Terra firma.
Michael
Your driver. He was one of these people.
Well, yes. And hundreds more like him. Michael, you found them. Your work in Summakor.
Michael
Spying on people.
No. Protecting them. Repairing them. We all need that. Helen was the first person ever in the Village. All those remarkable dreams. Every thought, every impulse within the Village resides here, in her mind. No children of our own. Her great heartbreak. Then we thought we... wondered if it were possible, if we went there, we could have a family.
(In the Village, 11-12 suffocates M2 with a pillow, causing Helen visible distress)
What goes on in that head? Of course, this was not the plan. (To Helen) Soon. Not long now. (whispers) He's here.
I see. I'm wasting my breath.
Michael
Nobody signed up for this. None of these people asked to be fixed.
You mean, we should seek their permission?
Michael
[scoffs] I'm human. I have a thousand flaws. I break down, I get up, I don't get up. I get lost. I make the same mistakes over and over. I have scars and wounds. Sometimes, when I can't... bear them anymore, I... I drink. You can't fix me. You can't fix any of us, you can't make us perfect!
(Michael and Curtis enter a church)
SSara
(repeatedly pounding a bundled up towel with a spoon) Don't look at me! Shut up! Shut up!
Michael
What is this?
Everything has a price. The price of free will, Michael.
Michael
What's she doing?
SSara
I said, don't look at me! Don't look at me!
Michael
What's she doing?
One never quite knows with Sara. Must be a dozen tales like hers in every parish. It is the experience of trauma. As a child, her terror was unspeakable.
SSara
Put it on your head. No!
She's quite out of reach. Nobody can help her.
SSara
Shut up! Shut up! I'm sorry!
We tried so hard to save her and for a time, she prospered, but lately, she's begun to resist the Village. And this is what she's condemned to. This prison.
Michael
There must be something you can do.
Not now. Not anymore. Sara!
SSara
(stands) I said, don't look at me!
Unless... One word from you... Help me. (Michael approaches Sara) Help me fix these people, Michael. You are the one. One word.
Michael
Sara. (holds out his hand) 3-1-3.
(Sara reaches out to Michael and collapses in his arms)