Severance

Hello!

Hello!

Irving!

- It's me. I'm up here! - Mark!

Yeah!

Hey!

What's happening?

Where are we?

I have no fucking idea,

but there's a path up the cliff right down there!

Do you want me to come up?

Well, yeah!

I'm on... I'm on the ice.

I'm on the fucking ice!

Maybe get off of it. Come on!

I'm coming!

I'm--

I'm coming!

Be careful!

It's very steep!

- - Irving.

Helly!

Where did you come from?

I don't know.

What are we doing out here?

Up here!

Follow my voice!

Mark!

Mark!

Up here!

Mark.

Hey!

Are you okay?

- Did you wake up on the ice too? - Yeah.

- What about you? - On the cliff.

- - Oh, my God.

- Is it you? - Of course it's us.

Holy shit!

Out-fucking-side.

Oh, my God. I mean, I knew there was no actual ceiling,

but this is fucking insane.

Hello?

Hello?

What is that?

Good morning, Refiners.

This is Mr. Milchick from work, and I'm thrilled to welcome you

to your first ever

outdoor retreat and team-building occurrence.

This ORTBO is in response to your desire to see the outside world.

With your outies' blessings,

you will spend the next two calendar days walking the meadows,

thickets, brambles and brooks that make up the Dieter Eagan National Forest.

Who the fuck is Dieter Eagan?

Dieter Eagan?

Some of you may be quietly yearning to learn more.

The truth you seek lies within the fourth appendix.

Kier dictated a fourth appendix in his final hours of life,

a text of such sanctity that it is forbidden upon the severed floor.

It's waiting for you in Scissor Cave,

the very same grotto

where Kier Eagan tamed the four tempers for the very first time.

And do remember,

"Stray not from Kier's path, lest you roil nature's wrath."

There will be help along the way.

Happy fortunes, MDR.

Scissor Cave.

What the fuck is that?

He looks like Mark.

Milchick said there'd be help along the way.

I wouldn't trust a word out of that mountebank's mouth.

Not even televisually.

Not like we have a lot of other options right now, Irv.

Wait.

"Chapter one.

I was not born into this world alone.

The lodgings of my mother's womb I shared with another,

a twin brother who was called Dieter."

Kier had a twin?

That's what those things are.

Yeah.

"In infancy, he was my bosom friend. But as we blossomed into boyhood,

he beseeched me to take to the wood with him to live as paupers.

My love for my twin unbalancing my judgment,

I acceded, and we ventured into the wood towards"...

"Woe's Hollow."

So, we're to walk in the brothers' footsteps.

"He always crept like this at this hour.

- Once concealed by flora, my brother"... - ...flora, my brother

unfastened himself.

The din of his fervor fell strangely into concert with the music of the wood.

His every thrust found rhythm

- with the trill of the crickets... - ..."trill of the crickets"...

- ...and the moaning of the wind... - ..."and the moaning of the wind"...

- ...and the snowfall's yearly thaw. - ..."and the snowfall's yearly thaw."

Dieter became, on that night

- an instrument of nature... - ..."an instrument of nature"...

- ...and nature played Dieter... - "and nature played Dieter with elegance.

I had no choice but to listen

as he spilt his lineage upon the soil."

Now there's a me one.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just wish I knew where we were going.

Fuck.

What were you and Helly talking about back there?

When?

I don't trust her.

I think she might be lying about what her outie saw.

Why would you think that?

Night gardeners. Hmm?

It's clear you do not have an objective perspective

due to your feelings for her.

My feelings for her have nothing to do with anything, okay--

Whoa.

What the fuck?

What is it?

I don't know.

Looks like a seal.

Why does it look so messed up?

I don't know. Maybe this is what dead things look like.

We should eat it.

Pardon me?

We don't know if there's food waiting at the hollow.

We don't even know where we are.

They can't let anything happen to us.

It's an ORTBO.

Outdoor retreat team-building occurrence. Right, Mark?

We don't know what this is.

- We don't know anything! - Irving, calm down.

We all know you had a bad experience the last time you were outside--

Who said I had a bad experience?

Oh, my God.

What did you tell him, dumbass?

Nothing! What the fuck?

Let's just get to the hollow.

Kier's twin was always with him.

That's why we provided the very same for each of you.

Fuck you all. I was right.

Mr. Milchick.

This is the tallest waterfall on the planet.

You have followed the path of Kier and Dieter, and reached Woe's Hollow.

You stand upon sacred earth.

We're starving, Mr. Milchick.

Are you?

I thought the waterfall's grandeur would satiate you.

I'm teasing, of course.

Lumon will always protect and provide.

Right this way.

Miss Huang has been readying the grill for which we brought in copious luxury meats.

The fire will be used for marshmallows and a recital later.

The tents, as you can see, are MDR blue

and the outhouse is stocked with four-ply washroom tissue.

Wow.

Wow, indeed, Helly R.

Also, for your comfort and safety, torches,

which can provide both a heat and a light source.

Double duty.

It's beautiful.

Pretty cool, right?

Yes, lovely.

Irving?

Enter.

- - Hmm.

Made you a snow seal.

In case you were hungry.

Yeah.

I feel silly for suggesting we eat that animal.

I suppose it sounded alarmist and paranoid.

Irrational.

No. It was fine. We were all a little...

Yeah.

What did you really see during the overtime contingency?

I told you.

It's okay.

It won't change anything.

Irving.

Okay.

"Dieter lay unwashed in his bedroll,

though the hollow's pool was primed for bathing.

We ate of the hare we'd caught

and told each other rhyming jokes till our gullets ached.

But at last, the thought tickling my mouth emerged.

'We must return to Father,' I said.

'But I promise to look after you in the ether mill.'

When at last a sound came from him, it was a bewailing whimper.

He believed, I suppose, that we'd be woodland paupers forever.

I was looking at him when his eye came out.