Dream Corp LLC (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - 88's Weekly - full transcript
Exciting.
Exciting day, 88.
- Hmm?
- Yeah. It sure is.
I think I've been making some
really great progress recently.
- Mm. Uh-huh.
- I don't want to jinx it,
but I'm pretty confident
this could be my...
- last session.
- Mm.
He's going with the gown.
Wise choice, 88.
- Morning, T.E.R.R.Y.
- Very much a...
A-ha. Ahmed, you remember 88.
Oh, my God.
Philadelphia ... I died.
You saved my life.
- No.
- Oh... Well, it was definitely an Italian guy.
I'm not Italian.
I work with you every day.
- Va bene.
- Va bene.
So I see you've been journaling
as I prescribed.
- Uh, yeah. It's really nice.
- Good.
It gets out some real
private thoughts.
Bea...
Uh, Bea...
- I don't want ...
- Could you...
Could you please take that?
Put this in his file, please?
Why don't you just
borrow my copy?
I have all the juiciest
bits underlined.
- You read my journal?
- Oh, frequently.
Yeah, for... medical purposes.
"Sometimes I go
to the farmers market
and fondle the fresh produce.
I imagine that it's the warm,
soft flesh of a woman."
Pathetic.
I like this one ...
"Love, pain and sadness:
three ripe fruits,
the seeds I swallow."
- That's one of my haikus.
- That's a very good haiku.
Doctor, Patient 88's inability
to obtain or sustain erections
seems to be linked
to lack of approval
from a parental figure.
Thank you, Bea,
but none of this humiliating
private information is important today.
Take a walk with me, 88.
Oh, oh. Watch your feet.
Broken glass.
Oh, we have no concerns
or cares today,
for we are venturing
into the unknown.
We're pioneers, 88,
you and I, hmm?
♪ Our axes are ringing ♪
♪ in the woodland ♪
The fuck is this?
2x08 - 88's Weekly
Hi, I'm Dr. Roberts.
Smell is a well-known trigger
of sense memory.
The right smell can
immediately transport you
back to a moment in time.
Nurse Ahmed has worked
for months in our apothecary,
developing a wide range
of carefully-perfected tinctures
for just that purpose.
These unique scents will guide
the patients to their past,
revealing their earliest memory
and healing issues...
they didn't even know they had.
Let's begin.
You're a wonderful
volunteer, Patient 88.
I didn't volunteer.
Yes. You did.
Use the word "volunteer"
in a sentence.
After a tense standoff,
the hijackers killed the volunteers.
- Yeah.
- That's hostages, Doc.
You mean hostages.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to introduce you
to the AMPL 1000!
Ahmed, fresh cut grass, please.
You're gonna want to put
your visor down, Bea.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Tell me what you're feeling, 88.
What do you smell?
I smell fresh-cut grass.
Its my 10th birthday!
Eugh!
Yeah. It's grass.
This is working!
It's working!
Woo-hoo-hoo!
I'm 10!
Great job, everyone.
Let's go on to the next
scent, Ahmed.
Christmas ham, coming up.
Hi, Mom.
I just want to make a toast
to my son.
Wow. Thanks, Dad.
- That means every ... Ow.
- Not you!
He thought
you were talking about him!
Franky, Jr. Jr. IV...
congratulations on your promotion,
your beautiful wife,
that expensive car
and the five grandchildren
you've given us
because of your incredible potency.
- But, Dad, what about me?
- Will you stop interrupting?!
Ash, shut up!
You made Dad spill his wine.
God!
Idiot.
Idiot. Idiot.
- You're so stupid.
- Idiot.
Idiot. Idiot.
Shoot.
I thought it was a blank tape.
What ... What ...
What'd you tape over?
I should have checked.
I should have double checked.
- Bea...
- I'm so sorry, Randy.
- I taped over one of your cyst videos.
- Damn it! Come on!
I know! I know!
I'm so, so sorry!
Shit!
What ...
What volume?
- Tape two.
- You're so careless sometimes!
- I'm going in.
- Sorry, Randy.
- This is our moment in the sun, our road to victory.
- You're so fired.
There's going to be
plenty more cysts, Randy.
All right, son.
I want you to go in there
and whack him hard.
Show him what you've been saving!
- What?
- Yeah.
You're not to pick favorites.
Come on, 88!
Stand up for yourself!
Now is the chance you
have to vanquish those
deep-seated feelings of
humiliation and inadequacy.
- Right. Yeah.
- Confidence.
Okay. Fine.
I got it.
Just, please, don't watch.
I will do it. I promise.
Yeah!
Dad! I am your son, too,
and I deserve love as much ...
Doctor, 88's temperature is dropping.
His chance for survival is 26%.
Oh, well, that didn't work.
Ahmed, next smell.
Where are you now, 88?
Where are you now?
- I'm in middle school.
- Who is this?
It's Laura Brackensmith.
She was my first kiss.
She would make sandwiches for me.
- Peanut butter.
- And I'd eat them,
'cause I was trying to put on
a little weight.
- Mm?
- Yeah.
Clear his breathing way, please, Ahmed.
- Work his windpipe.
- If he needs CPR, I've got dibs.
I'm gonna give him
a little peroxide rinse.
Thank you, nurse.
- Doc!
- I never knew how funny you were.
Really?
Watch this.
Oh.
Oh. Cool.
Ew.
It just burns a little bit.
Doc!
Doc! Doc!
After some very simple,
yet successful tests,
we are now going to attempt
to send 88 into the womb.
Ahmed, are you ready?
- Ja.
- Good. Apply 1 liter of amniotic fluid
to the ...
to the AMPL 1000.
We are now going to send him
back to the gestational sack.
- Ahmed, are you ready?
- Ja.
Apply.
Run!
- No, Laura!
- No!
- Laura, no!
- No! Save yourself!
- No!
- Just run! Please!
No.
Randy?
We've done it.
Bellissimo.
Shit!
What happened?
No! No!
What happened?
Pulling him out!
- Aaah!
- Cut the camera!
Cut the camera!
- 88, are you okay?
- Aaaah! God! Oh!
- Ohhhh! Why?!
- What a day.
All the evil in the world!
- Aaaah! Why?!
- I'm glad everyone's okay.
Aaaah! Why?
Exciting day, 88.
- Hmm?
- Yeah. It sure is.
I think I've been making some
really great progress recently.
- Mm. Uh-huh.
- I don't want to jinx it,
but I'm pretty confident
this could be my...
- last session.
- Mm.
He's going with the gown.
Wise choice, 88.
- Morning, T.E.R.R.Y.
- Very much a...
A-ha. Ahmed, you remember 88.
Oh, my God.
Philadelphia ... I died.
You saved my life.
- No.
- Oh... Well, it was definitely an Italian guy.
I'm not Italian.
I work with you every day.
- Va bene.
- Va bene.
So I see you've been journaling
as I prescribed.
- Uh, yeah. It's really nice.
- Good.
It gets out some real
private thoughts.
Bea...
Uh, Bea...
- I don't want ...
- Could you...
Could you please take that?
Put this in his file, please?
Why don't you just
borrow my copy?
I have all the juiciest
bits underlined.
- You read my journal?
- Oh, frequently.
Yeah, for... medical purposes.
"Sometimes I go
to the farmers market
and fondle the fresh produce.
I imagine that it's the warm,
soft flesh of a woman."
Pathetic.
I like this one ...
"Love, pain and sadness:
three ripe fruits,
the seeds I swallow."
- That's one of my haikus.
- That's a very good haiku.
Doctor, Patient 88's inability
to obtain or sustain erections
seems to be linked
to lack of approval
from a parental figure.
Thank you, Bea,
but none of this humiliating
private information is important today.
Take a walk with me, 88.
Oh, oh. Watch your feet.
Broken glass.
Oh, we have no concerns
or cares today,
for we are venturing
into the unknown.
We're pioneers, 88,
you and I, hmm?
♪ Our axes are ringing ♪
♪ in the woodland ♪
The fuck is this?
2x08 - 88's Weekly
Hi, I'm Dr. Roberts.
Smell is a well-known trigger
of sense memory.
The right smell can
immediately transport you
back to a moment in time.
Nurse Ahmed has worked
for months in our apothecary,
developing a wide range
of carefully-perfected tinctures
for just that purpose.
These unique scents will guide
the patients to their past,
revealing their earliest memory
and healing issues...
they didn't even know they had.
Let's begin.
You're a wonderful
volunteer, Patient 88.
I didn't volunteer.
Yes. You did.
Use the word "volunteer"
in a sentence.
After a tense standoff,
the hijackers killed the volunteers.
- Yeah.
- That's hostages, Doc.
You mean hostages.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to introduce you
to the AMPL 1000!
Ahmed, fresh cut grass, please.
You're gonna want to put
your visor down, Bea.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Tell me what you're feeling, 88.
What do you smell?
I smell fresh-cut grass.
Its my 10th birthday!
Eugh!
Yeah. It's grass.
This is working!
It's working!
Woo-hoo-hoo!
I'm 10!
Great job, everyone.
Let's go on to the next
scent, Ahmed.
Christmas ham, coming up.
Hi, Mom.
I just want to make a toast
to my son.
Wow. Thanks, Dad.
- That means every ... Ow.
- Not you!
He thought
you were talking about him!
Franky, Jr. Jr. IV...
congratulations on your promotion,
your beautiful wife,
that expensive car
and the five grandchildren
you've given us
because of your incredible potency.
- But, Dad, what about me?
- Will you stop interrupting?!
Ash, shut up!
You made Dad spill his wine.
God!
Idiot.
Idiot. Idiot.
- You're so stupid.
- Idiot.
Idiot. Idiot.
Shoot.
I thought it was a blank tape.
What ... What ...
What'd you tape over?
I should have checked.
I should have double checked.
- Bea...
- I'm so sorry, Randy.
- I taped over one of your cyst videos.
- Damn it! Come on!
I know! I know!
I'm so, so sorry!
Shit!
What ...
What volume?
- Tape two.
- You're so careless sometimes!
- I'm going in.
- Sorry, Randy.
- This is our moment in the sun, our road to victory.
- You're so fired.
There's going to be
plenty more cysts, Randy.
All right, son.
I want you to go in there
and whack him hard.
Show him what you've been saving!
- What?
- Yeah.
You're not to pick favorites.
Come on, 88!
Stand up for yourself!
Now is the chance you
have to vanquish those
deep-seated feelings of
humiliation and inadequacy.
- Right. Yeah.
- Confidence.
Okay. Fine.
I got it.
Just, please, don't watch.
I will do it. I promise.
Yeah!
Dad! I am your son, too,
and I deserve love as much ...
Doctor, 88's temperature is dropping.
His chance for survival is 26%.
Oh, well, that didn't work.
Ahmed, next smell.
Where are you now, 88?
Where are you now?
- I'm in middle school.
- Who is this?
It's Laura Brackensmith.
She was my first kiss.
She would make sandwiches for me.
- Peanut butter.
- And I'd eat them,
'cause I was trying to put on
a little weight.
- Mm?
- Yeah.
Clear his breathing way, please, Ahmed.
- Work his windpipe.
- If he needs CPR, I've got dibs.
I'm gonna give him
a little peroxide rinse.
Thank you, nurse.
- Doc!
- I never knew how funny you were.
Really?
Watch this.
Oh.
Oh. Cool.
Ew.
It just burns a little bit.
Doc!
Doc! Doc!
After some very simple,
yet successful tests,
we are now going to attempt
to send 88 into the womb.
Ahmed, are you ready?
- Ja.
- Good. Apply 1 liter of amniotic fluid
to the ...
to the AMPL 1000.
We are now going to send him
back to the gestational sack.
- Ahmed, are you ready?
- Ja.
Apply.
Run!
- No, Laura!
- No!
- Laura, no!
- No! Save yourself!
- No!
- Just run! Please!
No.
Randy?
We've done it.
Bellissimo.
Shit!
What happened?
No! No!
What happened?
Pulling him out!
- Aaah!
- Cut the camera!
Cut the camera!
- 88, are you okay?
- Aaaah! God! Oh!
- Ohhhh! Why?!
- What a day.
All the evil in the world!
- Aaaah! Why?!
- I'm glad everyone's okay.
Aaaah! Why?