Eureka (2006–2012): Season 2, Episode 6 - Noche de suenos - full transcript

Groups of people begin sharing dreams in some embarrassing and conflicting ways as a result of some accident of convolutedly blended pairing of technologies and havoc ensues.

CARTER: That's got to be
hard, going from liaison
to head of G.D.

ALLISON: Well, I'll admit
it was a bit of a rough start,

but I think I'm getting
the hang of this job.

I mean, things are actually
calm at Global for a change.

No, don't! Don't even...
Don't tempt fate.

Oh, I don't believe
in fate, Carter.

No, just stop.
Honestly?

I'll turn around.
I'll run home,
take a shower.

Oh, God, I wish I could
take a shower. You know
my water heater's broken.

All the greatest scientists
in the world
in a three-mile radius,

and I can't find
a decent plumber.



I'll take a look
at it for you.

You? No, no,
you don't understand.

No, no, no,
I'm really handy.

I know what you're thinking.
"Is there anything
this guy can't do?"

Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm thinking.

Do you want a drink?

Sure, yeah. Is it
too early for happy hour?

Well, if you consider
Vincent's Veggie Blend
happy, then no.

Well...

Not quite what I had
in mind, but here's
to quiet afternoons.

(WHIRRING)

What was that?

Either someone's doing
construction, or you got
a pest problem.

Yeah, definitely
a pest problem.



Hello, Sheriff.
You running or swimming?

Baby, I didn't expect
you guys home so soon.

Oh, Kev's helping me
install a new system
for his music therapy.

Well, I offered to fix
Allison's water heater.

Really?

Interesting
Allison didn't mention
it's a fusion water heater

and that to work on one
you need a PhD from MIT.

Which I happen to have.

Hmm.

Right.

I better go.

Carter, thanks
for the run.

Yeah, thanks for
the happy hour.

I'm sorry.
I'll make it up
to you next time.

Yeah, you're on.

NATHAN: Don't hurt
yourself out there.

PhD from MIT.

Very bad boy, Sparky.
I told you to stay close.

Now, it is time
for your leash.

Oh! Sparky!
Hey, come back.

Sparky? Come back here
right now. Bad dog.

(SPARKY BARKING)

Stay out of the street.
Get back here.

Fargo!

(BOTH GROANING)

Oh, jeez!

Uh-oh.

CARTER: Buddy, can you...
Here. Think
you can lean up?

We're gonna get you
out of here.

Put your arm over...

Careful.

CARTER: What's your name?
Give me your name.

You all right?
What's your name?

Sheriff Carter?

Crap.

Relax, Carter,
it's standard procedure
with chemical spills.

ALLISON: The most dangerous
neurotoxins were neutralized

by the
waste-scrubbing process.

Decontamination only works
if it comes into contact
with bare skin.

The faster you scrub down,
the better.

CARTER: You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

No.

Okay, switch it on.

(SCREAMING)

SARAH, door.

What happened to you?

I tempted fate.

SARAH, can you have
a beer waiting for me?

SARAH: I detect that
you're upset, Sheriff,

but alcohol isn't
the answer.

No, I'm not.

And, yes, it is.

Yeah, he's upset.

Morning!

Hey.

Damn.

We're out of
fresh-ground Vinspresso.

Be right back.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

(DOOR OPENS)

CARTER: Hi.

Morning.
How's it going?

Carter, what
are you doing?

Not again.

Whoa! Haven't had
that one since college.

CARTER: SARAH, OJ.

Hey, morning. You okay?

Yeah, just a weird nightmare
I had last night.

Oh, me, too.
How are you feeling?

I'd rather not
talk about it.

You know, I'm in enough
therapy already.

SARAH: Poached eggs
and sausage, Zoe?

Actually, I think
I've lost my appetite.
I'm just gonna

get something at school.
I got to go.

Sometimes, I think she says
these things just to hurt me.

No, I say things
just to hurt you.

She's just a teenager.

Morning. Any word
on the driver?

(GIGGLING)

Something funny about
toxic waste exposure?

No.

But something is funny
about Sheriff Carter exposure.

I had this dream last night,
and you were naked,

walking around doing
your normal Carter thing
like nothing was wrong.

What?

Yeah, you came in.

You bent over by the fridge
just like that and...

Cute birthmark, by the way.
And then went off to get...

BOTH: Fresh-ground Vinspresso.

Yeah, how did you
know that?

Just a hunch.

JO: What could cause us
to share the same dream?

Yeah, I need coffee before
I can contemplate that.

Maybe we've developed a deep,
subconscious connection.

Yeah.
Like soldiers in battle.

Or maybe it's that
I was marinated
in radioactive waste.

Yeah, seems more likely,
doesn't it?

Hey, Vince,
we're out of coffee.

Fresh-ground Vinspresso
coming up.

Oh, see, Vincent,
here's a perfect example

of where you could be
much more efficient.

Dr. Childress is an expert
on productivity
and time management.

She's helping me
to be more efficient.

How do you become
a doctor of efficiency?

Oh, I'm a neurologist
at Global.
I just do this for fun.

I research ways
to maximize people's
cognitive potential

through neural networking.

You should have her help,
too, Sheriff.

What are you saying?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Nothing.

I'll get your coffee.

Lupo.

Great. Thanks.

Driver's awake,
and Allison wants
to see us.

Oh, great.

Hey, Vince, we'll
pick it up a little later.
VINCENT: Okay.

ALLISON: This isn't
just another traffic
accident, Carter.

Global Dynamics has the
most advanced waste-reduction
technology in the world.

Well, having taken
a bath in that waste,

I can tell you that
there's still plenty.

Oh, well, that truck
contains six months' worth
of hazardous material.

Without our distillation
and scrubbing process

that much waste
could fill Lake Erie.

So, basically, you boil it
down to just the
really dangerous stuff.

(SIGHS)

The spill was contained.
My point is that whenever
there's an accident

involving G.D.
Technology or materials,

we have to
rule out sabotage.

What would anyone
have to gain with crashing
a hazardous waste truck?

I don't know, Carter.
That would be your job.

Oh, make sure to note
my elevated pulse,

and there's a mild tingling
in my left elbow.

Could be a pinched nerve.

Noted.

Morning. How's
the driver doing?

Mr. Wyatt should be fine.

Suffered a mild concussion,
a few cracked ribs.

We're just running
some more tests.

FARGO: Nurse, more pillows!

But that boy may die.

Fargo.

Jo! You're my first visitor.

What are you doing here?

Recovering.
I checked myself
in this morning.

Recovering from what?

Whiplash, from when
you tackled me.

May want
to contact a lawyer.

You never cease
to amaze me.

Thanks for stopping by, Jo.
You made my day.

Glad I could help, Fargo.

Mr. Wyatt.

Please, call me Jake.

I hear I owe you one
for pulling me out
of that crash.

Tell you what,
you don't sue me,
we'll call it even.

Do you remember
what happened yesterday?

I was on my way
to the waste repository.

I was heading down
Euripides Drive.

I must've blacked out.
Next thing, I woke up here.

Are you on any prescription
medication, sleep aids?

Oh, no, sir. The strongest
thing that I ingest is a
cup of coffee in the morning

and a pint of beer
at night.

A man after my own heart.

Not that we don't
believe you,

but we will need
your permission to take
a look around your home.

Oh, of course.
Anything I could
do to help.

I feel terrible
about all this.

This may seem
like an odd question.

Do you remember
your dreams from
last night?

No, but they do have me
on some pretty heavy
pain meds. Why?

Just curious.

Look, you know what?
You rest up. You get better.

If we have any more questions,
we'll come back. Okay?

I'll be here.
All right.

(FARGO GROANING)

Shut up, Fargo!

NATHAN: What are
you working on, Kevin?

Do you know what it is
you're making?

It's in my dreams.

It's in my dreams,
too, Kev.

Can you help me
understand what it is?

Kevin?

How's it going?

Another one, huh?

It's astonishing.

No matter what medium
I give him,

the image is always the same,
down to the very last detail.

I just wish I could see
what was going on
inside of his head.

Why is this
happening to him?

I don't know, Allie,
but do not worry.

We'll figure this out.

Very soon.

Nice house.

Nice artwork.

Looks like Jake has
a talent for more
than just driving trucks.

Yeah, well, not many of us
get to do what we really
want to do.

You mean,
this isn't your dream job?

Well, it's certainly not dull,
but who are we kidding?

It's not pitching
in the big leagues.

You ever want to do
anything else?

Nice family.

JO: Yeah, Jake and his wife
divorced last year.

Oh. That sucks.

Guess Jake and I have
a few things in common.

Same pay grade. G3.

A dancer.

What's that?

I wanted to be a dancer.

Really?

Really.

Wow. What happened?

You grow up with
three brothers and no mom,
you learn to survive.

Well, your secret's
safe with me.

Josephina Ballerina.

I will Taser you.

Hey, who's the employer
on that check you got
over there?

Um...

G.D. Why?

I got a Descartes Delivery
for 30 hours last week.

Jake's been moonlighting.

Which means he was
probably working nights.

Maybe he fell asleep
at the wheel.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

(LONG SUSTAINED BEEP)

WOMAN ON P.A: Trauma team
to ICU. Trauma team to ICU.

Stay with me. All right,
stay with me, buddy.

Clear.

(MACHINE CHARGING)
MAN: Come on, stay with me.

Clear.

Okay, shock him again.
Charge to 400.

Clear.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death, 7:40 a.m.

I don't understand.
You said he was
gonna be fine.

In traumatic injuries,
it's difficult to see
the extent of the damage.

And we won't know
why he stopped breathing
until I've done an autopsy.

I'll tell you why.
Because he died
in the dream.

I saw the crash.
You tried to save him,

and then I felt
him slip away.

Fargo, that was a dream,
and, given your accident,
it's not surprising.

Just to be clear,
Fargo didn't have
an accident.

He avoided an accident.

The point is,
I dream he dies,

a second later
he's flat-lining.

We frequently incorporate
external stimuli
into our dreams,

music, alarm clocks.

Yeah, you probably just
heard the EKG, Fargo.

Hold on. Excuse me?
What do you think?

You think that's
what happened?

Actually, no.

Okay. Any particular
reason why?

Because I had
the exact same dream.

So did I.

Honey, keep
your voice down.

Don't tell me
what to do.

Okay, you want to run
that by me again?

Fargo and the head nurse
and three residents
who sleep in the lounge

across the hall all shared
the same dream
about Jake's death.

ALLISON: How can that be?

Well, we don't know,
but they're not the only ones
who are sharing dreams.

JO: We've been getting
domestic disturbance
calls all morning.

Like what?

(SCREAMING)
Get her off me!

Like that.
Honey, it was
just a dream.

Yeah. Jo, do you mind?

Fine, but you're gonna
get the next one?
Yeah.

How do you like
my husband now?

Okay, what's
going on?

We don't know.
But we think it's tied
to the chemical spill.

Okay. Why?

Well, before it happened,
dreams weren't contagious.

Dreams can't be
contagious, Carter.

Well, normally
I'd agree with you,

but since it's happened
to Jo and me and Fargo

and a boatload
of other people,

I am gonna have
to say they can.

Now, the crash site
was close to a stream.

I mean, maybe
the spill contaminated
the water supply.

No, Eureka's water treatment
system would have detected it.

Unless someone
didn't want it to.

You're the one
who brought up sabotage.

All right, I'll have someone
look at it while Henry's
doing the autopsy.

But there is no way
that a contagious dream
killed Jake Wyatt.

It's Eureka.
Stranger things
have happened.

There have been
legitimate studies done
on shared dreams.

CARTER: So it is possible?

To an extent. Subjects focused
on the same topic
to induce shared dreaming

with some success,
but they never had
the exact same dream.

What you're talking about
is unprecedented.

And what are you
working on here?

I'm developing
a dream spectrometer.

It maps the electrical impulse
patterns of a person's dreams.

Layman's terms, Doc.
What's the upshot?

If dreams were television,
then this would be
the written transcript.

Really?
Yeah.

What's this one about?

I have no idea.

At this stage, it's kind of
like trying to decipher
a new language.

We're working on it.

What about studies related
to dreams and death?

What about them?

Well, is there any evidence
that dying in your dream

can cause your death
in real life?

In bad Hollywood horror
movies, maybe,

but in reality,
absolutely not.

Are you certain?

I'd bet my life on it.

Kevin!

Nathan?

Kevin?

Kevin, honey,
where are you?

Kevin? Kevin, honey,
where are you?

I'm right here, Mom.

Kevin!

Why didn't you answer me?
You had me worried.

I'm sorry, Mom. I wanted
to show you something.

Well, where are we going?

It's a secret.

Honey, it's late,
and I still need to
make dinner.

It'll only take a minute,
I promise.

Are you ready?

I don't know, Kevin.
What's in there?

Everything.

It worked, honey.

It worked.

CARTER: If you guys can
form a line this is gonna go
much more smoothly.

If you guys could just
come together,
it will be efficient.

It would be
the right way to...
Okay, now! Who's next?

He sold our research.
He took all the credit!
I didn't even sell it!

Oh, right.
I dreamed
of selling it, okay?

That doesn't count.
Okay, and I'm supposed
to trust you now?

Yes, you are.
Oh, give me a break.

WOMAN 1: I didn't
slander her.

WOMAN 2: You called me
a jackass.

It was a dream!
In front of the entire
cryogenics team.

I meant it as a term
of endearment.
I have 20 witnesses

who will back me up.
You are so sensitive.

I didn't cheat.
I swear.

You copied my test answers
verbatim, and now
we're both suspended.

Okay, well, you know, copying
dream answers shouldn't count.

It does when the teacher
dreamed you stealing them.

It's getting
out of hand, Henry.

How many more
shared dreams?

Hundreds. People are
getting too freaked out
to sleep.

Yeah, did the autopsy
turn up anything?

The truck driver?
Nothing obvious.

I mean,
he just stopped breathing.

All right, let's take
a look at where
the dream-sharers live.

CARTER: Maybe
it's location-based.

All right.

And where's the spill?

JO: Not even close.

Maybe it got into
the water supply?

No, I did that test myself.

There was no presence of CNS
stimulants, psychotropics,

or anything that would
explain it.

What are we missing?

Nathan.
Hey.

Just checking
some readings.

We have to stop.

Okay, why?

Other people are
sharing dreams.

Allison, we'll be lucky
if this works on Kevin,
much less anyone else.

Did it?

Did it work?
That's not the point.

Of course
it's the point.

We're trying to figure out
Kevin's connection
to the artifact.

You said you would
give anything to know what's
going on inside his head.

I've spent months
trying to give that to you.

Did it work?

Yes.

There has to be
some connection
among these people.

Or a disconnection.

What?

No dreams were
shared in here.

Where is that?

Now, here's your
double-double no-foam
Sumatran latte.

Now, that should keep
you awake for a while.

CARTER: Vincent.

Sheriff.

Have you had any
odd dream experiences
in the last couple of days?

Sadly, no. I seem to be
missing out on all the fun.

Believe me,
it's not so much fun.

Where do you sleep?

Upstairs in the loft.

I like to be close, in case
I get the midnight urge
to baste something.

Could we book your café
for the night?

Sure. You having a party?

More of a sleepover.

We were here,
in your lab,

and he was just this normal
kid, happy and excited.

And he wanted to show me
something in the back.

What was it?

I don't know.
It was like a vault.

I woke up before
we had a chance
to go inside,

but when I asked him,
he said it was everything.

I think he might
be right.

I don't understand.

For centuries, we've been
searching for a unifying
theory of everything.

A zero-point energy field
containing all knowledge
and experience

from the beginning
of time.

You're talking
about the Akashic Field.

Yes, and I think

the artifact is
the antenna for
that field.

Are you saying that Kevin...

Of all the people exposed
to the artifact explosion,

his was the only system
that didn't overload.

His brain is wired
like no one else's.

Somehow, I think he's

created a connection
to the field, where
the rest of us can't.

What am I supposed
to do now?

Let Kevin show you
what's inside the vault.

CHILDRESS: Head to toe,
people. Head to toe.

And, yes,
we still have space
behind the counter.

VINCENT: Oh, man,
she's good.

So, Jack, I'm still not clear
what your little experiment
is meant to accomplish.

Well, we know that Café Diem
is a dream-free zone.

Everybody gathered here
has been sharing dreams,

so we're gonna test whether
it's the place or the people.

Okay, so either everyone
will finally get
a good night's sleep,

or we could share
the most horrifying dream
experience ever.

Yes.

All right, Sheriff,
we've maximized
the potential of our space.

Good. Glad you're on that.

All right, people,
lights out.

What? No story?

Don't make me
come over there.

FARGO: You really want
to add police brutality
to the list?

Just go to sleep, Fargo.

I love watching him sleep.

Seems like just
any other normal kid.

Do you really want
him to be like
any other normal kid?

Sometimes.

There's nothing wrong
with that.

Then why do I feel
so guilty about it?

You want what's
best for your son.

We both do.

Do we really?

I don't know, I...

I think you're still
fixated on the artifact
and your theory of everything,

and I think

that I just want the feeling
that I had last night.

In Kevin's dream,
we were so connected,
so normal.

He's always been
so different and brilliant.

And for the most part,
I love that about him.

But different is hard.

Brilliant is hard.
Hell, normal is hard.

And with everything else,
it...

So what do you want
to do now, Allie?

I want to protect my son.

Me, too.

But not at the risk
of everyone else.

We have to stop.

And we have to
tell Carter.

Allison, listen to me.

Whatever is happening
in this town,

that signal is
not the cause.

Then, turn it off,
and tomorrow we'll know.

No.

Allison.

Nathan, I've made up
my mind.

So have I.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Hey, guys.

Kind of busy.
Yeah.

I need to talk
to Allison.

About what?

About this.

Way to cut to the chase,
Sheriff.

Direct, focused,
efficient. Kudos!

Oh, dear, that approach
lacked confidence.

It was too tentative.
No woman likes that.

True.
Shocker.

Try it again, this time
with confidence.

Hold her face
with one hand.

Pull her in closely
with the other.

The goal is efficiency
of movement to achieve
maximum results.

I think we may have
different goals.

I'll make it easy for you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Oh, my God.

(EXCLAIMS IN SPANISH)

Fargo.
That could have been
anyone's dream.

Right.

Yeah, well, actually
he's got a point.

Oh, and I suppose that
that whole kissing mess wasn't
Carter's dream, either.

Hey, it wasn't a mess!

Actually...
Nobody's asking you.

Or you!

All right, so we've ruled out
the waste, the water,
and the location.

It's got to be us.

We're gonna
have to start testing people
as soon as possible.

All right, everybody,
we're moving to Global.

Hey, Dad, this woman
won't wake up.

Sheriff, this one's
out, too.

Yeah, I've got
one over here.

They're unconscious.
We have to get them
to the infirmary.

All right, everybody,
collect your stuff
in an orderly fashion.

We're going to move out
to Global, all right?
As quick as we can. Go!

Thanks, I got it,
the pressure.

That couldn't have hurt
any more, huh?

CARTER: Hey! Tell me
you found something.

I went back,
reviewed the autopsy
and discovered that Jake Wyatt

had abnormally high levels
of acetylcholine
in his spinal fluid.

Which is?
A neurotransmitter.

A chemical that allows
your neurons to communicate
and your muscles to flex

and is essential
to dreaming.

So the dream
did kill him?

No, but elevated levels
have a devastating effect
on neural function

and ultimately lead to
the loss of muscle control,

in this case, his diaphragm.
He suffocated in his sleep.

I have a sinking feeling
I know where this is going.

That's right. All the latest
victims have high levels,
including you.

And those levels are rising.

Let's work a little faster.
Jo, I'm gonna go talk
to Paul Suenos.

Even if you could
share dreams,

it wouldn't cause you
to slip into a coma.

Well, six more people
are unconscious

and a lot of others
are headed in that direction,
including me.

Okay, what can I do?

Uh...

First we need to separate
the dreamers
from the dreamees.

If I hook people up
to my spectrometer,
we might see a difference

in brain activity
during REM sleep.

The dreamers would
likely experience more
than the watchers.

Good. Good.
Okay, we're talking about
hundreds of people.

Considering I only have
two prototypes,
that could take weeks.

You have two
of these things?
Mmm-hmm.

Where's the other one?

Right in here.

It's gone.

I told her
to get a nanny cam.

CARTER: Thanks!

Allison!
Carter.

I need to talk to you.
Yeah, me, too.

Look, I know what's
causing the shared dreams,

and you have
to stay calm.

It's the music thing
that Stark put
in Kevin's room.

I know.

You know?
I should've
told you sooner.

Yeah, you should've
told me!

You're protecting Stark,
instead of the town!

No, I told him
to turn it off
last night.

He was just trying
to help me.

Help you what?
To protect Kevin.

To understand what's
going on in his head,
and it worked.

Well, that's great,

but you put yourself first,
and a man died.

Not from what
we put in that room.

Well, you lied.
You lied to me!
I know and I'm sorry!

Look, something
is happening to Kevin.
He is changing.

And it terrifies me.

You tell me that you wouldn't
do the same if it was Zoe.

I think it's time to
get Stark to explain
what the hell he did.

Don't you?

The receiver I adapted
from Suenos's device

visually interprets
electrical impulses
created during REM sleep.

So, why's it messing with
our acetaminophen levels?

Acetylcholine.
Don't push me.

There's no reason
it would affect one person,
much less half the town.

How many people show
elevated levels?

Fifty, total.

Fifty, even?

Yeah. So?

Jo, you were taking
the dream statements,
right?

Yeah, and I had around
50 different dreams

that were shared
by everyone else.

Well, they're the sources
of the dreams.

I mean,
that's why their acetylcholine
levels are so high.

Okay, so what do we know
about these 50 people?

Oh, but my name
isn't on there.

That's a good thing, Fargo.

I know, because it means
I wasn't the one who had
the man in black dream.

Well, it sure as hell
wasn't me.

Oh, God.

CARTER: Focus. Jake, you, me,
we're all on the list, right?

So, we're searching his house.
What do we find
we have in common?

None of us realized
our full potential?

Well, yes, but we're also
the same pay grade.

G3. Right, can you
run this list and tell me
who else is G3?

All of you.

So, 50 people,
all the same pay grade,

all with cranked levels of...
Acetylcholine.

Thank you. That's got
to mean something, right?

G3 refers to work schedule,
not pay level.

All the jobs have set hours,
so overtime doesn't compromise
safety or security.

Like truck drivers?

Yes, or reactor technicians,
weapon test specialists,
network engineers.

The network.

What about it?

Childress was saying
she was working on some
sort of neural network?

Yes, she's beta-testing
a system of distributed
computing with humans.

Okay. But given that
Stark's dream receiver

isn't powerful enough
to cause shared dreaming,

could the neural network
be used as an amplifier?

It's possible.

We should
shut it down.
JO: Carter?

Yeah?
Do it fast.

You're not coming?

I would, but I can't
move my legs.

HENRY: We'll take care
of you. Don't worry.

Okay.

You should go
with the others.

I'd rather stay with you,
if you don't mind.

No. No, I don't mind.

CHILDRESS: We all
sleep a third
of our lives away.

I figured, why not find
a way to use our brains
during our downtime.

Yeah, sure, why not?

I created a wireless network
of test subjects
with regular sleep schedules.

Yeah, G3 employees.

Yeah.

See, everyone's brainwaves
have a distinct signature.

Theirs are programmed
into the network,
so when they're asleep

I can tap into their minds
from this computer

and use the combined power
to problem-solve.

Wait a second.
You're taking
people's brain power?

No, Sheriff, just tapping
into unused potential.

And it's in everyone's
contract that they may
be randomly selected

for double-blind case studies
from time to time.

Is it?
I told you to read
your contract

carefully before
you signed it.

And I'm guessing you've
randomly tapped into, say,
50 of them?

Exactly.
They're essentially
wireless transmitters.

And everything we dreamed
has been networked
to everyone else.

It doesn't work that way.
Not by itself.

But in combination
with Dr. Stark's
dream device maybe.

But why the sudden buildup
of acetylcholine?

Probably lack of sleep.

No, the people in the study
were selected based on

the regularity
of their sleep patterns.

Yeah, but Jake's been
secretly doing double shifts

and no one in town's been
sleeping normally this week.

I'll shut down
the network immediately.

That won't solve
the buildup of acetylcholine
in the test subjects.

Their bodies are
overproducing the compound,

like a hyperactive gland.

If you can cleanse the system
of the compound entirely

it may reset the body's
rate of production.

Okay, good. Let's do that.

The excess neurotransmitters
are acting like toxins
in your body

and I have no idea
how we scrub that out.

So, G.D. Has the most advanced
waste reduction system
in the world,

but we can't clean
this stuff out of us?

Maybe we can.

You've got
to be kidding me.

It's an oxygenation
filtration system.

It should remove
the excess acetylcholine
from your system.

In theory.

Once you're inside,
we'll flood the chamber
with an oxygen-rich plasma.

It's gonna take
a moment to adjust.

You have to breathe the fluid
into your lungs

but the chemical reaction
will do the rest.

And if it doesn't?

You'll drown.

Well, this just gets
better and better.

NATHAN: Just breathe in,
Carter. Slow and easy.

You have to take fluid
into your lungs.

All right, we have to
get him out of there.

Wait.

ALLISON: Nathan,
he's going to drown.

Come on, Carter.

His acetylcholine levels
are dropping.

NATHAN: Oxygen's on the rise.

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be fine.

And we have a cure,

which means we can keep moving
forward with our research.

Let's get everyone up here
and get them in treatment
as soon as possible.

Morning, Henry!

Hey, Jack,
how you feeling?

Well, I got
a total-body enema.

Thank you for that
very vivid image.

Actually, I'm just glad
to have my dreams
back to myself.

Yeah, I think a lot of people
feel the same way.

Those were some
disturbing images, huh?

Yes, that one
of your birthmark is
particularly haunting.

You know, there was one
that was so familiar,
it was like déjà vu.

You, me, we're in the garage,
and you said,

"I'll make it easy for you."

And there was
a big flash of light.

Hmm.

I don't know.
Dreams are funny
that way.

Yeah.

Sports?

Yeah! You know me so well.