Wilfred (2011–2014): Season 4, Episode 4 - Answers - full transcript

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Dr. Grummons, uh, I was hoping
to get some answers from you.

Your name was on a list of
expert witnesses my father used.

I am an authority in the field

of social psychology.
Well...

one of his cases involved
The Flock of the Grey Shepherd.

Well, I-I was up all night
going through his files,

and-and the only connection I
have to the case is with you.

And-and this photo.

Ryan, psychology joke--
check it out.

Who am I?



Does that look familiar?

What's your dog's name?

Wilfred.

Come on, Ryan, guess.

Uh, if you have any information
at all about the case...

Your dog looks like
he could use some water.

A special needs kid
who likes bells?

You didn't even try.

Notice how he kept
avoiding my questions?

He's hiding something.
Like what?

Maybe he's connected
to the cult somehow.

Maybe he's covering up for them.

Ryan, you're jumping
to conclusions.

Well, he's got
to know something.



I searched through every box
in my dad's storage unit.

Except for this witness list,
there was nothing there

but old tax forms and
a disturbing amount

of interracial porn.

Such an alert

and intelligent dog.

You know?

My institute is running

a research project
involving dogs.

That's interesting.

So, Dr. Grummons,

The Flock of the Grey Shepherd?

Yes. Now that you mention it,
it does ring a bell.

That was weird.

This is a statue of

the dog god Mataman.

Yes, that's right.

Well, I'm happy to tell you
everything I know, but...

first I need you
and your fascinating dog

to do something for me.

No way!

I'm not gonna be part of
any research project.

Why not?

Because I'm against
animal experimentation.

Wilfred, this is for science.

They're studying
animal behavior.

Come on, this could be
my only chance

to find out about the cult.

I am not a lab rat.

I'm not even a lab.

Just forget about it.

You don't want me
to find answers, do you?

Oh, here we go.
Why are you trying

to keep me from
learning the truth?

Uh, obviously because

I'm out to ruin your life.

Jesus, why are you so paranoid?

Oh, I don't know,
maybe because time and again

you've proven
that I can't trust you.

Or maybe because my own father
hired my roommate

to spy on me and put cameras
in my house and had me followed?

He had you followed?

Well, how else
could he have known

I was hanging out
with you the night he died?

Yeah, yeah. That makes sense.

All right, look, you've got
a point about your dad,

and I want answers, too,
it's just there's something

off about this whole experiment.

I mean, come on, you show up
in his office with a dog,

and he, coincidentally,
needs dogs for a study

he just happens to be doing?

It's a little too perfect.

Oh. Now who's being paranoid?

Dr. Grummons
wants to study you

because he thinks you're smart.

He's a brilliant psychologist.

You should be flattered.

He thinks I'm smart
and attractive, huh?

Sure.

I... I haven't had
a chance to read all this.

They're just
standard release forms.

I changed my mind, Ryan.
I don't want to do this anymore.

I've got to get out of here.

Wilfred! Stop that!

He's a little agitated today.

Maybe we could just
talk about the cult,

and I could bring
him back next week?

Today is just fine.

Calm down.

I have a bad feeling
about this, Ryan.

I won't let them hurt you.
Just relax.

Ryan, do you have that

intake questionnaire
I sent you home with yesterday?

I e-mailed it to you last night.

I don't have it.
Can you resend it?

Hell, yeah!

The boys are back, baby!

I saw you in the car
with the dog.

You know I saw you.

This is one more
signature I need.

It acknowledges that in this

experiment we use
negative stimulus.

"Negative stimulus"?

It can be uncomfortable
for Wilfred.

And maybe even painful.

No problem.

We need to talk.
No. It's okay, Ryan.

Just knowing you're here
makes me feel safe.

I mean, friends look out
for friends, right?

Right.

Unbelievable.

I think you'll find this
most interesting.

Ah. The test begins.

I know, I know this one.

Uh, that's food.

Um, I don't really know
what to do.

This seems kind of simple.
I mean, I-I don't know,

I just sort of thought there'd
be a maze or something.

Uh, okay, um...

just give them
what they paying for.

Where's the food?

Where's the food?

There it is.

Ow!

Oh! What the hell?

Um, I think there's something
wrong with this bowl.

Uh, that looked like it hurt.

It's a small electric shock.

Ow!

Ryan, are you feeling this?

Um, m-maybe we should
turn it down a little.

Would you like us to stop?

No.

No, this is good.

Ow! Ryan! Oh!

The hell with this!

I'm not taking another bite!

Why does this keep happening?!

Uh, m-maybe that's enough.

Hints of salmon!

So good!

Dr. Grummons!

Stop!

I think we're ready
for phase two.

Are you all right, Ryan?

Fine.

Just a little head rush.

Have a seat.

I will confer
with my colleagues.

What the hell, Ryan?!

You lied to me!

I lied to you?

You said you wouldn't

let them hurt me!
No, you

said you were my friend!

I know what you did, Wilfred.

I know about...

What? Wh-What is it?

Those shocks...

they were pretty painful, right?

You're goddamn right they were.

That's strange...

considering the machine
was never even plugged in!

What are you talking about?

Of course, it was.
That shit hurt!

Well, how do you explain this?

Somebody must've unplugged it.

Nobody was ever near the plug.

You've been faking it
the whole time.

And why would I do that?

Because you're up to something.

You're plotting against me.

Do you hear yourself?
Do you hear how crazy you sound?

What's your game?

I've just been tortured
by doctors.

I don't need this.

How did you do that?
Get your hands off me!

How did you open that door?
It was unlatched.

I just pushed it.
No, you opened it.

With your paw.
You can't do that!

What the hell is going on?

All right, all right,
let's just calm down, okay?

Can we, can we please?
Wilfred?

Something very weird
is going on here.

I feel like I'm being watched.

Like I'm the one
who's being studied.

Ryan, I-I'm worried about you.

I-I think your obsession
with this cult

is starting to affect
your judgment.

I-I just need to know
I can trust you.

Of course you can, mate.

I only want what's best for you.

I'm doing this experiment
for you.

Make him
think you really care.

I'd do anything for you.

Thanks, Wilfred.

How could I ever doubt you.

I'd never want
to do anything to hurt you.

You're the best friend
I've ever had.

Too much. You're overselling it.

I'm really glad we got
to have this talk, Ryan.

I think they're probably
ready for me now.

We just need to do a quick
evaluation on Wilfred.

If you'd like to come with me,
I've just got

a few more release
forms for you to sign.

More forms? But...

I don't make up the
rules, Mr. Newman.

Sure.

Uh, do you mind if I use
the restroom first?

Of course.

Uh... I, I-think

I can handle this myself.

Right.

I'll wait here.

Ryan!

What are you doing here?

That's how you greet
your emergency contact?

I'm missing Pilates
for this shit.

I-I don't remember listing
an emergency contact.

W-When did
they call you?

They said you were lightheaded.

You do look a little tired.
Come on, let's go home.

Well, I'm not leaving
until I get some answers.

If you're worried about Wilfred,
I talked to Dr. Grummons

and they said they can arrange for
his return when they're done.

Now let's go.
No!

You had to make this hard!

You always have
to make everything

so goddamn hard!

Wait, what-what are you doing!?

Don't worry. You're not gonna
remember any of this.

No!

Oh, God...

You little shit...

What...?

...be so stupid?

Hey, none of this

would have happened
if they hadn't

left that goddamn
machine unplugged.

Don't try to deflect.

This is your screw-up
and everybody knows it.

Give me a break.

You only have to spend, like,

five minutes a day
with that asshole.

I'm around him all the time.

It's a miracle I haven't
slipped up until now.

Well, your little
slip-up could ruin

everything we've worked for.
I'll fix it.

You better.

You know what's at stake here.

You fat piece of shit.

It's over.

Shit!

Code gray!

Code gray!

He went this way!

We have a security breach!

Lock the doors!

You don't see him?

Lock down the facility.

Lock down the facility.

Ryan!

Ryan, can you hear me?

Lock down the facility...

Listen very carefully, Ryan.

Who are you?

You were right.

I'm not the real subject
of this experiment.

You are.

They put a drug
in that water you drank.

It causes paranoia
and hallucinations.

You're just saying that
to keep me from the real truth.

That's the paranoia part.

Why is there a mouth
on your paw?

That's the hallucinations part.

None of this is real.

Turn the alarm off.

How?

Just... turn it off.

I'm gonna get you
through this, mate.

But I need you to trust me.

Trust you?

You sent that photo to my dad.

You know about that?

You ruined my
relationship with him.

You baited him and
covered your tracks.

You lined everything up that day so he'd die!
Ryan,

how could I have known...

any of that was gonna happen?

The car? The accident?

What, so you just messed
with my life for no reason?

I sent it because I was afraid.

Of what?
Of you abandoning me.

When your father
was in your life,

you treated me like

I was the neighbor's stupid dog.

I thought, if he threatens
to commit you again,

you and I would run away
together, like we'd planned.

I'm your friend, Ryan.

I only wanted us to be together.

Ryan?

Ryan...

Ryan. Hey.

I'm gonna sue the
shit out of you.

You signed a release.

Why did you do this to me?

We're developing

this drug for
enhanced interrogation.

Big money in that.

But why me?

Our...

protocol requires us to use

subjects who are under stress,

which you clearly were,

especially when
we shocked your dog.

It all seemed so real.

The idea was to make

your worst fears come true.

Got that idea
from a Batman movie.

Try and get some sleep.

The drug will wear off
in a few hours,

and as soon as you recover,

I will tell you
everything I know

about The Flock
of the Grey Shepherd.

Why do I always assume
the worst about you?

That's a question
for another day.

But you're never gonna find
the answers you're looking for

by racing to
the worst-case scenario.

Isn't that right?

Yeah, yeah, he's right.

Your father defended
the cult leader,

Charles Smith,
on tax fraud charges.

I provided expert testimony
on cult psychology.

Well, why can't I find anything

about the group on the Internet?

The Flock of the Grey Shepherd

was only around for a few years.

Why?

Because it was stupid.

Its central belief was that

a talking dog god

would lead a Chosen One
to happiness.

Absolute rubbish.

And I'm afraid that's all
the information I have.

Just a moment.

Do you remember

the photo we looked
at the other day?

I said that statue was Mataman.

But it could also be Krungel.

Krungel?

That's the other deity
they believed in.

A trickster god.

The Flock believed
in the idea of duality.

Joy and pain.

Good and evil.

Krungel was the opposite
of Mataman.

He was a demon, really.

His goal was to lead people

to complete and utter ruin.

Quite simply, he was out
to destroy their lives.

And he looked exactly...

like Mataman.

How can you tell them apart?

Well, that's just it.

You can't.

Until it's too late.

Done already?

What did you learn?

Nothing we didn't already know.

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