Dream Corp LLC (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Staff Infection - full transcript

Do you read me, Randy?

The priest is in the middle school.

POV cams are turned on
and confirmed.

The priest is in the middle school.

We are a go.

Thank you so much for seeing me.

My last doctor,
he was just no help.

- Are you taking any medications?
- All Chinese organic.

And the pins?

Oh, I told my acupuncturist
to just leave 'em in,

because, you know,
it helps me to breathe.



Hmm.
Any other symptoms?

My lung collapsed at my
ex-girlfriend's wedding.

- Hmm.
- And I'm staying at my sister's house.

It's just so fucking dusty!

My thyroid ... this thing's
leaving this rash.

I looked it up on WebMD.
Maybe it's Gretchen's couch.

No names, please.

Oh, yeah, my sister's couch.
What do you think?

I think you have
what you think you have.

- Hypochondria.
- Hypochondria?

Is that con... contagious?!

Let's calibrate you, shall we?
Bea, sedation.

- Me?
- Mm.

You know what?
Can I go pee?



I've had a UTI.

It's somewhere
between like, fire and ice.

- She's out.
- Ohh!

- Nope. Oh.
- Mama!

She ...

Yeah, she's out.

God, I wish 88 would hurry
up with those popsicles

for the vending machine.

- The meat pops?
- Mama's meat pops.

- Yeah, can't wait.
- Are they any good?

Hell, yeah!
They feel good on my teeth.

You have to suck through
the dough to get to the meat.

♪ Mama's meat pops,
a circus in your mouth ♪

♪ A circus in your mouth ♪

♪ A circus in your mouth ♪

♪ A circus in your mouth ♪

Don't you need one of these masks?

Nah. Something happens,
I just hold my breath.

Is that a "T" or an "F"?

- That's a 6.
- Should be fine.

Oh.

Ahmed?

Shit!

Doc!
Ahmed doesn't have a mask!

Oh, God!
Something's happening to him.

Something's happening to him.

Inflate your hazmats.

2x09 - Staff Infection

That door actually worked.
Huh.

Can I get a suit, please?!

I don't even need my name on it! Please!

Does yours guys's smell
like ranch dressing inside?

- Yeah.
- Mine smells like ranch dressing!

I'm thirsty.

- So thirsty.
- Ahmed, here.

Water, water, water.
Here.

Ohh.

Aah.

Bea, call down to the pharmacy,

see what Ahmed was cooking up.

- Copy that!
- Doc?

♪ Ooh, lived and died like a fool ♪

Bea here, over.

Louise here, over.

Ahmed spilled something
in the lab.

Do you know what it was?
Over.

I'll look at his notes.

Oh.
Need some aspirin and a nap.

- Aspirin?
- Yeah.

- Aah!
- What?

- My side.
- What?

What is it?
What?

- Ooh!
- Touch it.

- No! Ooh!
- It's a fin!

I don't want to throw up
in this thing, Ahmed.

- I can't throw up in this.
- Is it bad?

- Yeah, it's really bad.
- How bad?

- It's a fin, Ahmed!
- Aah!

- Doc, Ahmed's growing fins in here!
- Not now, 88.

I'm with a patient,
and I'm making great progress.

Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, hey!

- Are you in line for the flu shot?
- Oh!

Help me, doctor!

Oh!

Everyone, down to the ground!

Doc, looks like 30's
starting to panic!

Louise, just circling back.

Do you have any updates?
Please?

Hmm.

Water.

Here.
Here, here, here.

Oh, my God.

Aah!

You!
I need more water!

I don't know, Ahmed!
I don't know!

Ahh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh, yes!

That's Louise.

Bea, grab a pen.
Write this down.

Hello? Louise?
Hello? Oh!

- Aah!
- Water!

- Oh!
- Doc!

Doc!
He's got gills now!

Randy, hurry, I don't want
to have to dig another grave!

Get off my back, T.E.R.R.Y.!
Keep her temperature down!

- Ahh.
- Doctor, we need to focus on the pearls.

I didn't hear a thing you just said.

But I need you
to make an antiserum.

- Doctor, her vitals are spiking.
- T.E.R.R.Y., do something!

Don't worry, Randy, I'm on it.

Um, no, I'm not actually.

It's a ... It's a touch screen.
Shit. Shit.

She needs to focus
on one issue at a time.

Patient 30, observe your conflict.

Move to the back and watch.

Doctor, a wedding.
That must be her ex-girlfriend.

This is the fulcrum, 30.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

Just listen to what she has to say.

Listen.

It's okay, 88.
It's just me.

Yeah?
Well, you hungry, little guy?

Look. Look, look, look.
Yo-ho, look.

You want a Mama's meat pop?
Here.

Oh, you're pretty nice.
Thanks, man.

No, I don't want a fucking meat pop!

Does it look like I want
a fucking meat pop?!

- Okay.
- I've got gills coming out of my neck!

I know, I know. I'm sorry.
I don't know what frogs eat.

- Sorry. Sorry.
- Actually...

- yeah, I'll do a meat pop.
- All right. Here.

I'm sorry. I don't ...
I don't know what came over me.

- I'm just not myself, obviously.
- It's all right.

Ew. Ugh.

Oh.

Aah!
Somebody gonna help me?!

Bea, these darts have
a counter-phibian amino.

I mixed in some horse tranquilizer

and some 2ccs for good measure.
Over.

Wonderful work, Louise.
Over.

All right, let's finish
up with Patient 30 as fast as we can

and take out Ahmed
before he destroys the place.

I'm running out
of meat pops in here, guys!

- You'd better not be!
- 88. My serum works.

Oh!
Aah! Aah!

Help me!

88.

- 88?
- Yeah?

Sorry. Had a frog in my throat.

Doc. Doc?!

I'm walking on the wall!
Fuckin' awesome!

- Doc!
- You see this shit?

Aah!
Aah!

♪ Calm down, Patient 30 ♪

♪ Receive this water in your face ♪

Doctor, Patient 30's
covering her eyes.

She's not open to anyone's
perspective other than her own.

- Start with her eyes, Doctor.
- All right, let's do it.

Patient 30
take a breath

and remove the...

Whoa!
I'm afraid of heights!

- Randy, keep her steady.
- Copy that.

We're running out of time.
I'm going in.

Doctor, can we really afford

to expose the patient
to the contagion financially?

Pretty sure you passed on
the malpractice insurance again.

- Total scam.
- What do you always say to us?!

"Don't look at the laser"?

- No.
- "You smell like vitamins"?

No!
"Go with the fundamentals."

Talk to her, guide her
to the root of the issue.

The ailments may
only exist in her head,

but they still exist to her.

I'm not gonna die.
I am not gonna die.

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die,
I'm gonna die!

None of your symptoms have killed you.

In fact,
they have made you stronger.

Focus on something
outside of your body.

You're not sick, sweetheart.

I love you, but I can't watch
you do this to yourself.

Goodbye.

Time to start over.
Let yourself go.

But I'm scared of heights.

I'm not buying that at all.

- Randy, give her a nudge.
- Copy that.

A little nudge in the fudge,
coming right up.

Trust yourself.
You are not sick.

Hold on to that trust, Patient 30,

before now and after forever.

All right, one down, one to go.

- Tranqs are locked and loaded!
- T.E.R.R.Y., seal up all the doors!

We're going in!

Already on it, Randy!

Let's do this.

Thank God.
You've got to save me!

88, here!

- Aah!
- I thought you were looking!

Oh, it's in the bone!

- I'm so sorry!
- Doc, that's it!

- This is my two weeks' notice! I quit!
- Not now, 88!

Over there!

That was awesome.

He's still breathing.

No!
Don't waste the tranqs.

Wait.
You guys were using tranqs?

I've been using live rounds.

Can you imagine?

Whoa!
Meat pops! Mama's!

- Randy!
- No!

Why? It was barely on
the floor. I'll be ...

♪ Mama's meat pops,
a circus in your mouth ♪

♪ A circus in your mouth,
a circus in your mouth ♪

♪ Mama's meat pops,
a circus in your mouth ♪

♪ A circus in your mouth ♪

♪ It's a circus in your mouth ♪