Dream Corp LLC (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Amnesia - full transcript
Patient 62 catches Amnesia during a routine arachnophobia treatment. Dr Roberts attempts to cure him by hand using fundamentals. Randy gets catfished.
Dr. Roberts, what is this supposed
to be teaching me? [Whistle blows]
- Side out!
- 'Cause this is fun and all.
You know, I mean, fun is good.
If the average person spent
25% more time having fun,
their life expectancy
would increase by 17.5%...
[Whistle blows] ...for the average
person, which is a statistic I try
to keep in mind...
Oh, my God! Spiders!
Assert control.
Come on, 62, you can do it.
Here they come.
Yeah!
You see? You can do it.
You're the superior species.
Whoo! Aah!
- Oh!
- Oh, my God.
[Siren wails]
Oh! [Yells]
Pants fire!
Pants fire!
- 88, get in here!
- Pants fire! Pants fire!
[Shouting indistinctly]
- Why do you keep it down here?
- I don't know.
Oh, God! Pants fire!
[Gasps]
- Good job, squirt.
- Is everything o...
Is every...
Is e...
Is everything o...
I-I'm a little dizzy, and
I'm uncomfortable in this ...
There must be
a short somewhere.
Well, let's see how far we got
with our arachnophobia,
shall we?
- The what?
- Ahmed, where's Tim?
He's right here.
Just woke up from a nap,
so he's a little cranky.
- Hmm.
- Very good.
So, uh, any fear?
No. What did you ...
What is this?
Shouldn't he at least
still know what spiders are?
No, he's cured.
I've done it... again.
- Sign here, please.
- Okay, one quick question.
- No refunds.
- Well, what is my name?
Oh, we only use
patient numbers here.
The number dehumanizes you,
allowing us to concentrate
more fully on the science.
It's like not naming
a farm animal before you're
eventually gonna slaughter it.
- No, I mean who am I?
- Who are any of us?
Doctor, Patient 62
has forgotten his name.
Short circuit must've shocked
the limbic system ...
- Very good.
- Doctor, Patient 62 has amnesia.
What?
[music]
2x04 - Amnesia
Hmm. We're just gonna
have to go back in
- and recover his memory.
- No can do, Doc.
We won't be up and running
for at least another day.
[Electricity crackles]
At least another week.
What are we gonna do with him?
We can't just
leave him on the street.
He can stay in my room.
- Let's search his wallet for an address.
- You mean this?
Ah, we're just gonna
recover 62's memory
the old-fashioned way.
- T.E.R.R.Y.: Cut his head open?
- No.
- Massage his legs and lower back?
- Nope.
- Taking him to a credible hospital?
- Definitely not.
Bea, meet me
in the monochromatic hall.
Well, we're gonna
use fundamentals.
Hey, psst! 88, what's your
favorite hoagie flavor?
- What?
- What's your favorite hoagie flavor?
This feels like a trap.
[music]
Dr. Roberts: Doctor's log.
We are now
in the monochromatic hall.
Tuesd... W-Wednesday.
Patient 62 seems to have
developed amnesia
completely of his own accord.
I'm going to conduct a series of tests
to jump-start his memory.
The eye sees only
what the mind hears.
- Who said that?
- Dr. Roberts.
Correct.
I wrote that myself.
When I hold up this card,
pick a number between 1 and 12.
- Dr. Roberts.
- Yes, I'm here. Pick a number, 62.
- 62.
- Yes, a number between 1 and 12.
- Dr. Roberts.
- That's me.
- I thought I was me.
- You're you.
- Then who's Dr. Roberts?
- Me.
- If you're me, then who am I?
- You're you, and I'm me.
- Me?
- No. Yes, you.
I'm ... I'm you?
- Y-You're you, I'm me.
- You said I was me.
You are.
[music]
Then who's Dr. Roberts?
I'm the patient, you're the ...
I'm the ... Ugh!
Doctor's log.
Patient 62 has proven
very difficult to work with.
We are going to move on
to the next test, reluctantly.
[echoing sounds]
Randy: [Muffled] Hey, 88.
So, uh, we're all set for tonight.
Yeah, since you didn't tell me
what your favorite flavor was,
I just ordered a flight of hoagies.
So, we got egg sauce,
red sauce, yellow sauce.
Wait, what are you talking
about, Randy? A flight of hoagies?
Damn it, 88!
I can't figure you out!
One minute,
you want to be my buddy,
the next minute,
you be ghosting me!
Got hoagies on the way,
for Christ sakeses!
[whirring]
Polarization therapy ...
separates the thoughts.
The leeches are fascinating.
Primordial detoxification ...
Leeches?
They're back!
[Bell dings]
Page 88, tell him to bring the salt.
Little assholes
are after my magnets.
Not my magnets.
[music]
Patient 88: Hey, Randy,
have you seen the big ladder?
Well, if it isn't
my non-man buddy, 88.
I have no idea
what you're mad about.
Oh, really?
Maybe this'll jarg your memory.
- What is this?
- As if you don't know.
It's Just Buddies,
the all-male buddy website.
No games, no drama, just buddies.
Randy, this clearly isn't me.
You're being catfished.
The hell is that?
Somebody's pretending
to be me to trick you.
[Sighs]
This always happens to me.
My last buddy was
the exiled Prince of Namibia.
I sent him $400, and never
heard from him again.
I should send him another $400.
[Cellphone chimes]
[Gasps]
"Hey, Randy, can't wait
for the hoagie hoedown.
Cheerio, mind the gap,
God save the Queen. 88."
Damn it, 88! It is you!
The website specifically
says no drama, no games.
"God save the Queen?"
"Cheerio?"
- Who does that sound like?
- Rargh! [Bang]
[Warbling]
- Oh.
- Let's [bleep] up that robot!
- What?
- Let's go talk to him.
Doctor's log.
We're in the blue room
attempting a hard rewire,
accessing shapes learned in infancy.
When you hear the shape,
could you please press
the corresponding button?
Circle, square, squircle,
square, balbus, baronium rings.
Again. Circle, square, squircle,
square, balbus, baronium rings.
Patient?
[music]
[Beep]
Circle.
[Electricity buzzes]
Aah!
[Beep]
Squircle.
[Electricity buzzes]
Aah!
[Beep]
Square.
[Electricity buzzes]
[Gasps]
He shouldn't be getting shocked yet.
He's getting them all right.
You must be wearing
a piece of metal.
He's got a wedding ring on.
Please take that off.
Bea: Doctor, that's it.
He's married.
- We should probably start there.
- Fantastic idea!
Let's gather the rest
of the team, shall we?
Patient? Hey.
Would you come with me, please?
[music]
Buddygram delivered.
T.E.R.R.Y.!
T.E.R.R.Y.: Randy, this
is exactly how it looks.
Why would you catfist me?
- Catfish.
- C-Catfish me? Rargh! [Bang]
I couldn't take it anymore.
That's why.
Every night, it's the same thing.
I mean, the lights go off,
you start crying.
Sure, sometimes you cry
and then masturbate.
Sometimes you just masturbate,
but that hand.
Yeah, it ... it's gotten pretty loud.
I guess I should
oil it down a little.
I only wanted to
give you some hope.
Maybe if you thought
88 wanted to be your friend,
he could listen to you masturbate.
No.
I mean, at the very least,
who doesn't like hoagies?
Damn it, T.E.R.R.Y...
That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me.
- And I guess what I've learned is that ...
- Okay, everyone.
Randy, congratulations.
You're getting married.
- Bea, help him get ready. 88!
- Yes!
- We got to get changed.
- Okay... Ah!
[Piano plays]
♪ Honor, riches,
marriage, blessing ♪
♪ Long continuance and increasing ♪
♪ Hourly joys be still upon you ♪
♪ Juno sings her blessings on you ♪
- ♪ Nothing breaks our wave, my love ♪
- Oh!
[Indistinct whispering]
[music]
♪ Coldest nights are ours,
my love ♪
[music]
- You look beautiful.
- ♪ ... a hurtful truth ♪
This feels right.
- Who are you?
- Shh. We're starting.
So, I guess we should begin.
Please, sit.
Well, thank you, friends.
We are gathered here today
with friends from near and online.
Marriage is, um,
from what I've read,
is supposed to be an institution
of love and respect
and ... and ... and hopefully
very memorable.
Uh, with that said, 88,
may we have the ring, please?
[music]
Yeah.
N-N...
[Swallows]
- Oh [bleep].
- Oh.
Um, well, I guess, nice
try, everyone. It's okay.
[Sighs] So, I've never
been to a wedding.
Me either.
- Me neither.
- Not I.
- Nope.
- I've been to a couple.
Well, what is supposed
to happen next?
Uh, we'll put the chairs
back in the truck and...
- there was an open bar.
- Well... Ahmed, open the bar.
- Let's party.
- ♪ It's electric ♪
[Marcia Griffiths'
"Electric Boogie" playing]
- Mmm.
- Mmm!
[rhytmic steps]
Yeah.
But what is the white squidgy ...
Did you make this?
Uh, bread, and no. No, I ...
I had it brought in special.
Mmm. And how about this, uh,
creamy, um, yellow thing?
Egg. Just egg.
And also the whole thing?
What is the whole...?
I call them a hoagie.
Some people call it a grinder,
submarine sandwich ...
"sub" for short.
Or a crippled cat's leg,
paradise log,
bread flaps, God's tonsils.
I've heard it called
John man's lips.
- But I am a fan.
- Mmm! Oh, you and me both.
Yeah.
[Both laugh]
- Mission accomplished.
- ♪ Here, there, and everywhere ♪
[Distorted "Electric Boogie" playing]
[Distorted] ♪ Let me take you
on a party ride ♪
♪ Somewhere in the clouds ♪
to be teaching me? [Whistle blows]
- Side out!
- 'Cause this is fun and all.
You know, I mean, fun is good.
If the average person spent
25% more time having fun,
their life expectancy
would increase by 17.5%...
[Whistle blows] ...for the average
person, which is a statistic I try
to keep in mind...
Oh, my God! Spiders!
Assert control.
Come on, 62, you can do it.
Here they come.
Yeah!
You see? You can do it.
You're the superior species.
Whoo! Aah!
- Oh!
- Oh, my God.
[Siren wails]
Oh! [Yells]
Pants fire!
Pants fire!
- 88, get in here!
- Pants fire! Pants fire!
[Shouting indistinctly]
- Why do you keep it down here?
- I don't know.
Oh, God! Pants fire!
[Gasps]
- Good job, squirt.
- Is everything o...
Is every...
Is e...
Is everything o...
I-I'm a little dizzy, and
I'm uncomfortable in this ...
There must be
a short somewhere.
Well, let's see how far we got
with our arachnophobia,
shall we?
- The what?
- Ahmed, where's Tim?
He's right here.
Just woke up from a nap,
so he's a little cranky.
- Hmm.
- Very good.
So, uh, any fear?
No. What did you ...
What is this?
Shouldn't he at least
still know what spiders are?
No, he's cured.
I've done it... again.
- Sign here, please.
- Okay, one quick question.
- No refunds.
- Well, what is my name?
Oh, we only use
patient numbers here.
The number dehumanizes you,
allowing us to concentrate
more fully on the science.
It's like not naming
a farm animal before you're
eventually gonna slaughter it.
- No, I mean who am I?
- Who are any of us?
Doctor, Patient 62
has forgotten his name.
Short circuit must've shocked
the limbic system ...
- Very good.
- Doctor, Patient 62 has amnesia.
What?
[music]
2x04 - Amnesia
Hmm. We're just gonna
have to go back in
- and recover his memory.
- No can do, Doc.
We won't be up and running
for at least another day.
[Electricity crackles]
At least another week.
What are we gonna do with him?
We can't just
leave him on the street.
He can stay in my room.
- Let's search his wallet for an address.
- You mean this?
Ah, we're just gonna
recover 62's memory
the old-fashioned way.
- T.E.R.R.Y.: Cut his head open?
- No.
- Massage his legs and lower back?
- Nope.
- Taking him to a credible hospital?
- Definitely not.
Bea, meet me
in the monochromatic hall.
Well, we're gonna
use fundamentals.
Hey, psst! 88, what's your
favorite hoagie flavor?
- What?
- What's your favorite hoagie flavor?
This feels like a trap.
[music]
Dr. Roberts: Doctor's log.
We are now
in the monochromatic hall.
Tuesd... W-Wednesday.
Patient 62 seems to have
developed amnesia
completely of his own accord.
I'm going to conduct a series of tests
to jump-start his memory.
The eye sees only
what the mind hears.
- Who said that?
- Dr. Roberts.
Correct.
I wrote that myself.
When I hold up this card,
pick a number between 1 and 12.
- Dr. Roberts.
- Yes, I'm here. Pick a number, 62.
- 62.
- Yes, a number between 1 and 12.
- Dr. Roberts.
- That's me.
- I thought I was me.
- You're you.
- Then who's Dr. Roberts?
- Me.
- If you're me, then who am I?
- You're you, and I'm me.
- Me?
- No. Yes, you.
I'm ... I'm you?
- Y-You're you, I'm me.
- You said I was me.
You are.
[music]
Then who's Dr. Roberts?
I'm the patient, you're the ...
I'm the ... Ugh!
Doctor's log.
Patient 62 has proven
very difficult to work with.
We are going to move on
to the next test, reluctantly.
[echoing sounds]
Randy: [Muffled] Hey, 88.
So, uh, we're all set for tonight.
Yeah, since you didn't tell me
what your favorite flavor was,
I just ordered a flight of hoagies.
So, we got egg sauce,
red sauce, yellow sauce.
Wait, what are you talking
about, Randy? A flight of hoagies?
Damn it, 88!
I can't figure you out!
One minute,
you want to be my buddy,
the next minute,
you be ghosting me!
Got hoagies on the way,
for Christ sakeses!
[whirring]
Polarization therapy ...
separates the thoughts.
The leeches are fascinating.
Primordial detoxification ...
Leeches?
They're back!
[Bell dings]
Page 88, tell him to bring the salt.
Little assholes
are after my magnets.
Not my magnets.
[music]
Patient 88: Hey, Randy,
have you seen the big ladder?
Well, if it isn't
my non-man buddy, 88.
I have no idea
what you're mad about.
Oh, really?
Maybe this'll jarg your memory.
- What is this?
- As if you don't know.
It's Just Buddies,
the all-male buddy website.
No games, no drama, just buddies.
Randy, this clearly isn't me.
You're being catfished.
The hell is that?
Somebody's pretending
to be me to trick you.
[Sighs]
This always happens to me.
My last buddy was
the exiled Prince of Namibia.
I sent him $400, and never
heard from him again.
I should send him another $400.
[Cellphone chimes]
[Gasps]
"Hey, Randy, can't wait
for the hoagie hoedown.
Cheerio, mind the gap,
God save the Queen. 88."
Damn it, 88! It is you!
The website specifically
says no drama, no games.
"God save the Queen?"
"Cheerio?"
- Who does that sound like?
- Rargh! [Bang]
[Warbling]
- Oh.
- Let's [bleep] up that robot!
- What?
- Let's go talk to him.
Doctor's log.
We're in the blue room
attempting a hard rewire,
accessing shapes learned in infancy.
When you hear the shape,
could you please press
the corresponding button?
Circle, square, squircle,
square, balbus, baronium rings.
Again. Circle, square, squircle,
square, balbus, baronium rings.
Patient?
[music]
[Beep]
Circle.
[Electricity buzzes]
Aah!
[Beep]
Squircle.
[Electricity buzzes]
Aah!
[Beep]
Square.
[Electricity buzzes]
[Gasps]
He shouldn't be getting shocked yet.
He's getting them all right.
You must be wearing
a piece of metal.
He's got a wedding ring on.
Please take that off.
Bea: Doctor, that's it.
He's married.
- We should probably start there.
- Fantastic idea!
Let's gather the rest
of the team, shall we?
Patient? Hey.
Would you come with me, please?
[music]
Buddygram delivered.
T.E.R.R.Y.!
T.E.R.R.Y.: Randy, this
is exactly how it looks.
Why would you catfist me?
- Catfish.
- C-Catfish me? Rargh! [Bang]
I couldn't take it anymore.
That's why.
Every night, it's the same thing.
I mean, the lights go off,
you start crying.
Sure, sometimes you cry
and then masturbate.
Sometimes you just masturbate,
but that hand.
Yeah, it ... it's gotten pretty loud.
I guess I should
oil it down a little.
I only wanted to
give you some hope.
Maybe if you thought
88 wanted to be your friend,
he could listen to you masturbate.
No.
I mean, at the very least,
who doesn't like hoagies?
Damn it, T.E.R.R.Y...
That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me.
- And I guess what I've learned is that ...
- Okay, everyone.
Randy, congratulations.
You're getting married.
- Bea, help him get ready. 88!
- Yes!
- We got to get changed.
- Okay... Ah!
[Piano plays]
♪ Honor, riches,
marriage, blessing ♪
♪ Long continuance and increasing ♪
♪ Hourly joys be still upon you ♪
♪ Juno sings her blessings on you ♪
- ♪ Nothing breaks our wave, my love ♪
- Oh!
[Indistinct whispering]
[music]
♪ Coldest nights are ours,
my love ♪
[music]
- You look beautiful.
- ♪ ... a hurtful truth ♪
This feels right.
- Who are you?
- Shh. We're starting.
So, I guess we should begin.
Please, sit.
Well, thank you, friends.
We are gathered here today
with friends from near and online.
Marriage is, um,
from what I've read,
is supposed to be an institution
of love and respect
and ... and ... and hopefully
very memorable.
Uh, with that said, 88,
may we have the ring, please?
[music]
Yeah.
N-N...
[Swallows]
- Oh [bleep].
- Oh.
Um, well, I guess, nice
try, everyone. It's okay.
[Sighs] So, I've never
been to a wedding.
Me either.
- Me neither.
- Not I.
- Nope.
- I've been to a couple.
Well, what is supposed
to happen next?
Uh, we'll put the chairs
back in the truck and...
- there was an open bar.
- Well... Ahmed, open the bar.
- Let's party.
- ♪ It's electric ♪
[Marcia Griffiths'
"Electric Boogie" playing]
- Mmm.
- Mmm!
[rhytmic steps]
Yeah.
But what is the white squidgy ...
Did you make this?
Uh, bread, and no. No, I ...
I had it brought in special.
Mmm. And how about this, uh,
creamy, um, yellow thing?
Egg. Just egg.
And also the whole thing?
What is the whole...?
I call them a hoagie.
Some people call it a grinder,
submarine sandwich ...
"sub" for short.
Or a crippled cat's leg,
paradise log,
bread flaps, God's tonsils.
I've heard it called
John man's lips.
- But I am a fan.
- Mmm! Oh, you and me both.
Yeah.
[Both laugh]
- Mission accomplished.
- ♪ Here, there, and everywhere ♪
[Distorted "Electric Boogie" playing]
[Distorted] ♪ Let me take you
on a party ride ♪
♪ Somewhere in the clouds ♪