Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 19 - Out of the Blue - full transcript

Helen and Will seem to have the perfect lives, careers, and marriages? Underneath suburbia, something lurks.

Welcome to the Sanctuary.

Who are you?

Let's just say I'm someone

who's chosen to embrace
the full spectrum

of our reality.

Um, FBI's at the front gate.

Will! Abby... Corrigan?

I think it's going quite well.

When I first knew you
at Oxford,

I loved you
with my entire being.

You destroyed my heart, John,



the hatred you felt
toward me...

and then the way
you would harm our daughter.

Fair warning, Dr. Zimmerman,

you're about to leave
the world you know behind.

I'm a psychologist.

You work with monsters.

But I can promise you
the adventure

of many, many lifetimes.

Shall we begin?

Hey! Hey, wait! Wait!

Aw, come on!

It's not even 8:00 yet!

Did you catch them?

No, and I don't think
last week's salmon



wants to stay with us either.

Oh, wonderful.

Roy, I hope you get
your timing from your mother,

and not me.

We are not naming
our daughter "Roy."

Yes, we are,

if he is going
to be a major leaguer.

There's a Cy Young
Award-winner in there,

I can feel it.

Surgery can't start
without you.

Go be brilliant.

You put your feet up
and eat bon-bons, okay?

I have prenatal yoga
in an hour.

- Chocolate.
- Roy wants chocolate.

Love you.

Love you.

Oh, you gotta
be kidding me.

Come here... Come here.

Come here.

Come here...

Come here, come here.

Okay...

Just... just relax.

On the trunk of my car.

Again.

Come here, Henry, darling.

You all right?

I've got him.

You know, you might want
to think about declawing him

before he scratches
the paint on my Beemer,

or maybe just don't
let him out so much.

"Declaw"?

He's an innocent creature.

Unlike your dog,

who keeps doing his business
on my lawn.

Monty?

No, that's not possible.
We have a dog-walker.

Keep him on your side
of the street.

What the hell is that?

Oi!

Are you quite through?

Uh... I'm sorry, I just
thought I saw something.

When I want you
in my house, Dr. Zimmerman,

I will invite you into my house.

Don't expect that invitation
anytime soon!

Get out!

Right.

Sorry. I just...

I'm just saying,
a water birth

has all sorts of advantages
later on in life.

I don't know,
it just sounds so gimmicky.

It's low lights,

a soothing sensation
similar to the womb.

The sounds of water lapping
as her first sounds...

You see, this is why
I chose cardiology.

Less tinkie-woo-woo crap,
and more hard medical science.

No, Will, you became
a heart surgeon

to please your mother.

I became a heart surgeon...

for the chicks.

Please.

Go.

Dammit.

They keep wanting
to pull up the surgery.

It'll be fine, honey.

Well, not if the poor bastard
dies during the procedure.

He won't.

You'll be brilliant.

Two weeks from now, everybody
will be talking about

the Zimmerman Bypass
Tri-Valve Procedure.

It does have a ring to it,
doesn't it?

Your mother would be proud.

Will, stay where you are.

I'll be right back.

It's all right.

Honey?

Yeah, uh, my mom,
I should call her.

What do you make
of this Druitt guy?

Mm, well, I think
he'd make a good mayor.

That's 'cause
he's tough on crime.

Ah, there's something about him
that just doesn't ring true,

but then again,
he is a politician, so...

Hey, Rumpelstiltskin.

I could barely get you
out of bed this morning.

Yeah, I did have
a little trouble sleeping.

But don't you mean
Rip Van Winkle?

You're right.

I had these bizarre dreams.

Like, mad scientists and labs.

All this sci-fi stuff.

Bizarre subtextual images,
totally dissociative.

Well, well, look who remembers
their psych rotation.

It's stress, hon.

The baby's coming in a month,

and you've got
this big surgery,

and then all these conferences

that they keep
wanting you to go to...

Why do you think
she stays up all night?

Who... Oh, Creepy McPaintsalot
across the street?

Yeah.

I have no idea.

Maybe that's when

when her creative juices
are flowing.

Artists are odd like that.

But I've never seen
any of her paintings.

I mean, have you ever
seen her show

any of her paintings?

I think you think too much
about our cat-lady neighbor.

And I think it is time
for you to go

and be brilliant.

Mm, yes.

Love you.

Mmm.

Love you.

Bloody hell.

Hello!

Uh, Helen, isn't it?

Abby, right?

And company.

Sorry, was the music too loud
last night?

Did it keep you up?

Or perhaps it's the cat.

The cat?

Uh... Oh!

Oh, gosh, no!

No, no, that's not
why I came over.

No, I'm not here
with a complaint.

You're not?

No...

I just was at home,

and I was thinking how
we never get to see you,

and I thought, um,

"That's not very neighborly,"

so I... baked you these.

Scottish Shortbread.

Because you're Scottish, so...

English, actually.

They're lovely.

Thank-thank you.

Well...

Uh, how is the painting coming?

D-Do you show your work?

At, w-what, um, I guess

those wine and cheese
gallery openings?

Oh, I would love
to see your work.

I don't show my work.

My agent sells it privately
to buyers.

Oh, I...Hmm.

That's... good for you.

So, how are you feeling?

You look to be about what,
32, 33 weeks.

Ultrasound showing
good bone development?

33 weeks exactly.

Do you have kids?

I-I...

Mom?

I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean to pry.

I just, uh...

Well, you-you just seemed
to know so much about, uh...

Thank you, very much.

Yes.

Jackasses.

Tough day.

Sorry, did you say something?

I said, "tough day."

The patient displays
multiple symptoms,

though cannot find etiology
for said arrhythmia.

Suspect...

Embolism.

Suspect embolism
may be involved.

Recommended treatment,
ACE inhibitor, diuretics,

as well as anti...

Anti...

Coagulants?

Crap.

Delete last comment.

Man...

I'm losing it here.

Brain activity is in the red.

Approaching delta.

Give me a dosage
at the same level.

Yeah, I got it.

Yes.

It's working.

Ah, Helen, how lovely
to hear from you.

Yes, I know I said
I'd call you, George,

but I forgot.

You forgot!

I've been having trouble
remembering things

these last few days.

I just,
I need to take a break.

Helen, you owe me
a new series.

Yes, I know I promised you
new pieces this month,

but I can't.

What does that mean?

Well... things aren't...
aren't going well right now.

What did you have
in mind instead?

What do I want to do instead?

I don't know, I want to
travel, I want to...

help homeless children,

work with animals,
go on safari.

God, something more!

Listen to yourself, Helen...

Bloody agents!

This isn't right.

No, no, no, what is she doing?

What are you doing, huh?

Hmm?

No, no, no, no, easy, easy...

Yeah...

There.

Time to go back to sleep.

It may be time to bring out
the big guns, huh?

God, it's actually
getting worse.

Coming!

Please don't have
any more shortbread.

Hello, Helen.

Did you think I'd forgotten you?

This isn't a good time.
I'm working.

I'm sorry, darling.

I came to pick up
a few last things.

What things?

I see.

I'm starting a new series.

A clean slate,
new ideas, so on.

Yeah, very new ideas.

And we are back to last year.

Why are you really here?

You've taken everything
that mattered.

Not everything.

Please, John, I'm tired.

You heard about the case?

Conviction, sentencing.

It's done, over.

Yes, congratulations.

Thank you.

I see you're already
decorating the mayor's office

for yourself.

The press having a bit of fun.

Me?

I have other ideas.

You're leaving the DA's office?

You can't be serious.

I was thinking of
a private practice

at a small firm.

Half-time.

Flexible hours.

I already have offers.

A normal life.

I was hoping this
would be our divorce papers,

signed by you.

Helen, you don't want this...

Don't tell me what I want!

All right.

Then you say it.

What do you want?

Not this.

Not what we had.

I know that I was the one
who ruined things.

My career,
and this bloody case.

I've changed.

This is our chance
to make things right...

so much better than we were.

I've heard
this summation before.

Helen, look at you.

You're exhausted.

Alone...

Is this better
than the life I'm offering?

What you're offering
isn't right, either.

Nothing's right!

I-I-I want to be left alone!

I don't want any responsibility,

no people clawing at me,
demanding my attention,

no life or death situations!

Do you love me?

I did once,

but it's not that simple
anymore, is it?

I am offering you
a life without boundaries.

We can go anywhere,
be anyone.

Anything.

I'll give you anything...
just not a divorce.

You need to choose
your true happiness.

Damn.

Will, no!

What are you doing to us?

Keep resisting
like this, sporto,

you're going to die!

Get-get...
sedate him, sedate him!

Honey?

Oh, my God, were you asleep?

I-I was having
that dream again.

God... what is wrong with me?

Okay, well,
it's just a dream.

It's just a dream, hon.

Why does it feel so real?

Maybe why don't you
tell me about them?

Yeah...

It was in some sort of a lab.

Okay, so a lab,

like an operating theater,
maybe?

No, it was...

it was like a...
a research lab,

and I-I wasn't alone.

Okay, who else was there?

Helen.

Helen
from across the street?

Okay, Will,

this is... this is
all about the surgery.

Your subconscious is...

I can't-I can't remember
the most basic things, Abby.

Like, about bypass surgery,

about the hospital,
or-or the patient's name.

Okay, Will, Will,
you just need more sleep.

You've been restless
the past couple of nights.

Okay?

Do you remember our honeymoon?

Yeah, of course I do.

You don't?

I've got to get some air,
I think.

She's awake!

Mr. St. Pierre!

Now, just where
do you think you're going, hmm?

This better be good!

I was watching Smackdown.

Whoa!

Magnus, you crazy broad.

You actually trying to
beat the house on this one?

You'll lose.

You...

So, what do we do now?

We up the meds is what we do.

Bring her back on side.

Now would be a good time!

Her dosage is already
in the red, Mr. St. Pierre.

Oh, I'm sorry,
are you in charge here?

I don't see you paying
for all this tech.

It's my job to tell you
you could kill her.

There's no
going backwards on this.

If this doesn't work out,
we may all soon be dead.

Up the meds.

Yes, sir.

No...

You're not going to win this
your way, Magnus.

Um...

What is all this?

It's just, it's stuff.

I'm just... trying
to sort through it.

"Stuff"?

Yeah, it's like
a puzzle, see?

Look at this.
Isn't that cool?

Um, I thought-I thought
today was the pre-consult

for the surgery,

with the chief of staff
from the hospital?

I canceled it.

The pre-consult?

The surgery.

I'm out.

It-it's not worth it, you know?

It's too much stress.

Okay, um... Yeah...

A-And so these are all hers?

Helen's?

Yeah.

She was throwing them out,
so I just... you know.

Okay, Will...

Uh, Will, what is going on?

Why-why are you doing this?

Abby, do you see
this pattern here?

Do you see it?

This pattern
means something to me,

and if I can just
figure it out, then I could...

Okay, Will, Will, Will,

you're having
some sort of breakdown.

I'm going to call a doctor.

No, no, no, hold on a second,
hold on a second.

I swear I'm fine.

I just...

Okay, then, talk to me.

Please.

I love you.

Everything's changed.

These dreams
that I've been having,

about being a prisoner,

they mean something.

Like...

I don't know. It's...

This life feels wrong,

It feels like...

Like I don't belong here.

"Don't-don't belong here."

I can't believe this.

I-I... I don't know
why I didn't see it.

I have been so blind!

Abby, hold on a second.

Where are you going?

What do you care, Will?

This isn't the life
that you want!

You know, I just wish
you had the guts to say it

instead of playing crazy

because you are trying
to protect my feelings!

That is not true.

I have heard of this before.

Men who conveniently
lose their minds

before the baby comes,
abandoning their wives,

exactly what you are doing!

I am not
abandoning anyone...

Yes, you are!

Because you are terrified
of this,

of all this responsibility!

Listen to me,
I love you, okay?

No, Will, this is real.

I am real!

I-I know.

I-I know
that you're real...

Then why are you pushing away?

Why are you push...

Will...

What's the matter?

Will, I don't...

- Are you okay?
- What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, God...

Will!

God, Will!

Just hold on.

Yes, uh, my name
is Will Zimmerman,

I live at 5621
Whyte Plains Road.

I need an ambulance.

My wife has collapsed.

She's eight months pregnant!

Dear Lord...

Hurry!

Okay, okay...

Abby, where's the pain?

What happened?

We were just talking,

and then she almost passed out,
and then she started shaking.

Do you have a medical kit?

Yeah, it's in my car.

Good, get it.

Ambulance?

It's on its way.

All right,
deep breaths, Abby.

How's your vision?

Blurry.

Is the baby...

Baby's going to be
perfectly fine,

I promise you.

What's wrong with her?

I'll wager
late onset preecclampsia,

likely caused by hypertension.

Good thing
you caught it in time.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

How's Abby?

She's on the mend.

You were dead on, by the way.

Preecclampsia.
Hypertension.

She's in bed,
trying to get some sleep.

Glad to hear it.

Coffee?

Do you have any tea?

I think I'll join you.
Far more civilized.

I don't even know
why I bother making coffee.

What the hell's going on?

I was hoping
you could tell me.

Are you happy?
Here? This?

You know,
I hate the term "happy",

like it's the be-all,
end-all of life.

Like if we don't achieve
perfect happiness,

we've somehow failed.

I got married

because it was supposed
to make me happy, safe.

But it didn't.

It should have.

John was everything I wanted,
or so I thought.

And what about kids?

We never had any.

Why are you here,
Dr. Zimmerman?

Because I need to...

figure out why my life
is falling apart.

I'm not the psychiatrist.

You see?
Right there.

Why did you say that?

Why, is it important
that I did?

Because it just is, Magnus.

What did you call me?

Magnus.

That's my maiden name.

I haven't used it in decades.

How on earth would you know it?

Okay...

hear me out,

and-and this will sound crazy.

But I think...
that none of this...

Is real.

Our lives...

Feel completely wrong.

I married a man I hate.

I-I drink coffee,
for God's sake.

I'm a cardiologist.

I might as well be a left-hander
for the Blue Jays.

I couldn't even begin
to diagnose Abby today.

And yet I could,
in a heartbeat.

I don't remember marrying her.

I sit here
cooped up all night painting?

I need to show you something.

It's across five paintings.

One pattern.

I never saw it that way before.

What do you think it means?

I don't know,
but somehow it feels real.

Like you've seen it before.

I've been having
these nightmares,

about... being experimented on.

In a laboratory of some kind?

We're having the same dreams.

How is that even possible?

What...

What does this pattern
have to do with it?

What if we're not really here?

We're there,

and this, all of this,
is just a construct,

it's a prison.

Our dreams are
actually our reality,

and this...

Is all a dream.

Yes.

For what reason?

I don't know.

but I know that this isn't me,

and from what you said,
this isn't you.

We're not crazy.

What do we do?

How are Thing One and Thing Two
doing today?

Hmm?

I just wish
you would stop fighting it.

"Wish you'd both
stop fighting it?"

"Thing One, Thing Two?"

Aw, bloody hell, it's real.

Yeah.

All right, how do we get out?

Well, you said

that you'd actually
escaped briefly before.

It felt like I did,
and-and then I woke up here,

and things got more intense
with Abby.

Same here.

In my... dream,

I became aware
of my surroundings.

John suddenly shows up
professing his love for me,

pulling me further
into this world.

So whenever we try to get out,

something here
tries to make us stay.

I think that in order to escape,

we have to completely
reject this life.

Think about it.

We've tried distancing ourselves
emotionally from people.

Your fight with Abby,
my rejection of John.

It didn't work, did it?

We both got tossed back in here.

Okay, but suicide?
I mean...

How do we know for sure

which one of these realities
is real?

Beyond bad dreams
and a gut feeling?

I guess, like everything,

it's a leap of faith.

You drive.

Where are you going?

Stop the car.

Will!

Abby, I'm so sorry...

I want to talk to you.

Will, what's going on?

Open the door.

- Will. Will, look at me.
- Look at me.

Open the door.

Will, what's going on?

Please, just for a moment.

Just get
out of the car, please.

- Open the door.
- Please, hon!

Open the bloody door!

Go, go, go!

Are you ready?

I've been here before.

Whoa!

Will...

Wow.

Well, that was
interesting.

Let's get out of here.

They're up.

Not good.

The neural cortex
hasn't finished sequencing...

I get it, I get it.

How are you two feeling?

Do you know who you are?

Virgil St. Pierre.

I should have known
you were behind this.

Yeah,
I think they're fine now.

Yes, Magnus, I'm involved here,

and if I'd known
what a giant headache

you two would be,

I would have never
taken the gig.

What's with the tanks,

and how long
have we been here?

Three days, big shot,

eight hours, and 26 minutes.

What?

You think this is fun for us?

Who brought us here?

We did, Doc.

Henry...

Mainly to save your lives.

Glad to see you two
up and around,

and by the looks of things,
sane?

Yes.

Oh! You see?

Sane! Ooh...
You're welcome.

Sorry about the mess.

we've been living
like bachelors.

Which we are, which is sad.

Where are we?

We are in a private
research facility

underneath
the New Mexican desert.

Hundred miles south
of Santa Fe.

How did we get here?

Seems you bigshots

got yourself
in a little trouble.

These two needed a favor...

From you?

You put her
in a bat suit last time.

Exactly. He owed me.

There was a price tag.

My joint, my lab.

Everything is for rent
these days.

- Okay, hold on a second.
- We paid to be held prisoner?

- Prisoner?
- No, you needed treatment.

You guys don't remember
anything from before?

Juarez? South
of the Mexican border?

Wow. No wonder
you guys are confused.

Okay, so, we got
called to a situation

from those
U.N. Lotus Defense guys.

The international security force
we encountered outside Carentan.

Yes, something big

was coming up out of the ground
near the city.

Now, at first

you thought it was
an off-season migration

of Rock Lizards,

but then you got hit by this.

What on earth is it?

We don't really know.

I've just been calling it
a psych worm.

It surfaced
right underneath you,

and hit you with some sort
of psychoactive venom,

which apparently
puts its victims

into a crazy dream world...
while it devours you.

Amazing creature.

Those markings...

Exactly.

Not crazy.

So you did all this
to save our minds?

Yeah.

We captured the creature,
but then you two were...

Gone.

Blitzed.

Whacked out, loco...

We got it.

So those tanks
that we were lying in...

May I?

Thanks.

As I said, it's my lab.

My team, along with

Mr. "Ooh, I hate losing
at the video games" here,

combined a neuroactive
mind-control gel

that I'm developing...

Right, but the chemical
was siphoned

from the worm's
salivary glands, which...

And we came up with a treatment
to restore your minds.

You see, the neural gel

was your reality lifeline

from the crazy dreamworld
that the worm had implanted.

So, every time we saw the lab...

It would be like
a patient waking up

in the middle of surgery.

Right, see,
the timing was tricky,

'cause if you came out too soon,

then there'd be damage
to your minds,

so we had to keep
putting you back in

until the scans showed
normal brain activity.

I guess you guys really
don't like living in bliss.

Okay, but why bring us here?

I mean, why not just
bring us to the Sanctuary?

Clock was ticking

from the second
you guys got hit, dude.

If the venom was active
in your system too long,

there was less chance
that we could save you.

He made a call.

I opened my doors to friends.

Yeah, that was really
sweet of you, Virgil.

Bygones, sporto, bygones.

I got a big heart.

Until we get the bill.

What can I say?

Sanity ain't cheap.

I-I've never even
heard of this creature.

How is it possible
that something this large,

with this unique ability,

could go unnoticed?

The only explanation

is that it came from
Hollow Earth.

It caught us completely
by surprise, Doc.

We're getting reports
from Sanctuaries worldwide.

We are on a full global alert.

Well, then,
we have to head home.

Didn't hurt.