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You're in Springwood now.

And you're all mine.

Psychologist Brandon Keffler
dies in a live broadcast

tormented by nightmares.

Are dreams lethal?

Blood stains on our studio floor
suggest they are.

So, does the recent death
of cameraman Garry Heath

who was destroyed
by obsessions in his dreams.

And then, there's
the most shocking death of all.

Stan Brooks the former host
of this show

found dead in his bed
smothered by his own pillow.

It all began when a mother
sought help

for her son on this show.

Teenager Randy Jennings
will be my guest as I explore

dreams that kill, on the next
"Springwood Confidential"

with Charlie Nichels.

Cut. We're clear.

Great timing..
That was really intense.

Yeah, well I told you
this show's gonna be hot.

Hey, I'm not
kidding you, Charlie.

Nobody in the business can hype
a topic the way you can.

Well, since good old Stan
was kind enough to die

during sweeps weeks,
I figured the least I could do

is take advantage of it.

Hey, that was a joke, bubby.

It's a joke, a joke.

I knew that.

Huh, look at this.

Oprah's up two share points.

Say, maybe I ought to get a
gimmick like that diet of hers

you know, shave my head
or something.

Now, speaking of shaves, Scotty

be careful today, would ya?

My chin looks like hamburger
from that razor

you used last time.

These sharp enough for ya?

Four blades to cut you
excellent close.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I want you to forget
the dream show.

Forget the dream show? Why?

You'll scare everybody awake

and I won't have anybody
to play with.

But it's not that easy.

I already taped the promo.

'You do that show..'

...and the next
dream that kills..

...will be yours.

Look at this, I'm bleeding!

I'm real sorry, Mr. Nichels.

You jerked your head
in your sleep.

You must have had
a bad dream or something.

What the hell are you
trying to do, slit my throat?

It's just a nick, Mr. Nichels.

I..
It won't happen again.

You damn right, it won't.

You are outta here.

You are history!

Thank you,
thank you all very much

from the bottom of my heart.

You're too kind,
really, too, too kind.

I could grow to love this
showbiz stuff.

The excitement, the glamour.

The chicks.

Oh, like they say

fame and fortune
are the stuff

dreams are made of.

Lights!

Camera!

Fr-r-reddy!

Any sign of him, yet?

Evan, stop worrying.
Charlie is a pro.

He's not gonna skip out on you.

Charlie, we're on the air
in 20 minutes.

- Where you've been?
- I needed a shave.

So, I heard.

What exactly happened
between you and Scotty anyway?

Well, nothing that canning
the old guy wouldn't fix.

Charlie, he's been with
this station for 20 years.

You couldn't give him a break?

Look, either you get a new
make up man

or I get a new producer,
your choice.

And by the way, I've been
thinking it over, I'm, uh..

...I'm pulling the plug
on "Dreams That Kill."

What? Why?

Charlie, come on.

Because it's a dumb idea.

But it was your idea, Charlie.
Everybody loves it.

Look, Evan, I want another
topic, that's all.

How am I supposed to book
a new show at the last minute?

Is that a problem?

Yeah..

...but I'll take care of it.

That's my girl.

See you after the show, baby.

Britt, how could you
let him get away with that?

I love him.

Great!

And we're back with
Enid Erickson the founder of

Mothers Against
Musical Atrocities

or MAMA.

And joining us now
is Monkey Puke Stone.

Lead singer of
"Stone and the Stoners."

So, now, tell me
what do I call you?

I call you Monkey,
Mr. Pukes, Stone?

Wh-wh-what do you want here?

You can call me Peter.

Oh, Peter,
is that your real name?

No, I just like it.

See, yesterday
people called me Tim.

But I don't like Tim no more.

'I see.'

Okay, Frank.

So, uh, tell me,
how do you respond to Enid here

when she claims that your music

is corrupting the minds
of American children?

Well, I respond
by saying shut up.

I-I-I never heard of
such a thing. I..

You heard me, I said
shut your big fat mouth.

You know, you talk too much
for a chick

who doesn't know
what she's talking about.

Well, I never, I know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You-you, hippie freak!

'Just look at you.'

'What kind of
a role model are you'

for the...youth of America?

You know what this lady needs,
don't you?

What's that?

Well, she needs
a real man like you and me

to take her out back and give--

Oh-h! You're right, right!
Okay, alright, fine. Yeah.

Yeah, so, uh, Enid

uh, tell me
why do you think his music

'is corrupting
our-our kids today?'

Take me out back
and-and give me the what?

I know what you're implying,
young man.

I wasn't born yesterday.

No, it was more like
a hundred years ago.

Oh, you pervert!

- Ooh.
- Oh, look, I-I'm trying--

Holy cow, uh, uh,
go to commercial, now!

An-and somebody
call the paramedics. Hurry!

Come on!

'Charlie?'

'Charlie?'

Charlie, come on, man.

Hey, there you are, Charlie.

How you feelin'?

Well, lot better
than you look, bubby.

What's the matter,
you run out of Clearasil, huh?

Suits upstairs. Aren't too
crazy about the program.

Well, they wouldn't know
a classic show if it

came wrapped
in a Nielsen Report.

It's not funny, Charlie.

Management didn't like
the way you lost

control out there yesterday.

- 'They'll get over it.'
- Not this time.

They're pulling you off of
"Springwood Confidential."

Oh, come on, get serious.

They already hired a new host
and he starts today.

That's ridiculous.

Uh, they can't
just fire Charlie.

It's my show, Evan.

It's their station.

You think my fans
are gonna stand for this?

They are loyal to me.

The ratings are gonna
go right in the toilet.

And that's why
this new guy wants to have

Charlie as his first guest.

To make a smooth transition.

Oh, really?

Well, you can have him stick
his transition, man.

I'm not gonna lift
a finger to help him.

'You're under contract,
Charlie.'

The station will sue your socks
off if you don't appear.

You know, I-I don't
believe this is happening to me.

I mean, I'm Charlie Nichels
for God's sake.

'I'm not one of your stupid
hack announcers.'

Okay, okay, so where's this
exciting new host

they found overnight?

Big mouth talk show hosts.

Do they deserve to live?

Be here for the next
"Springwood Confidential" story.

Freddy Krueger.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

You're too beautiful,
each and every one of you.

I love you all.

But now, let's get down to it.

When Charlie Nichels
hosted this show

he used to grill his guest.

But, now, it's their turn

to gr-r-rill him!

Hey, how am I doing,
breath?

Is the show hot enough for you?

Please, somebody help me!

Please!

Umm.

What do you think, babe?

I think, he's done, Freddy

Well, maybe you are well done!

Begin!

Charlie! Honey,
honey, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

You-you want me
to call the nurse?

Oh, no, no.

I was just having this
nightmare, you wouldn't believe.

Look, would you mind
getting rid of that?

It's my lunch,
I'm starved.

I don't care. Get some
damn yoghurt or something.

I don't want to look at that.

Ooh, it must've been
some nightmare.

'You wanna talk about it?'

No, uh..

Well, either you talk about it

or I'm bringing back
the chicken.

Okay, there was this weirdo.

Really, a really disgusting guy
with a mangled face

and then he took over
as host of the show.

I don't know, he was,
he called himself Frankie

or Freddy or something.

Wait a minute.

That shrink who went bananas
on the show remember

he was convinced that some guy
named Freddy was after him.

- So?
- So?

So, maybe it's the same guy,
maybe he's after me, now.

Charlie, it was just a dream.

I wouldn't read
too much into it.

Look, you just lay back
and relax.

I'm gonna go get the doctor
and tell her that you're up.

'Hey, Charlie. Great news.'

You're X-ray seemed to be fine,
Mr. Nichels.

You'll have a headache
for a while

'but that should be about it.'

So, what was the response
to the show, have you heard?

They're calling
it cheap sensationalism.

Get outta here!

That was incredible stuff!

- Come on, the fight!
- It's been done.

Geraldo owns
a let's get physical gag.

What people want..

...is the show
we promoted, Charlie.

I told you before,
I'm not gonna

do that show,
"Dreams That Kill."

But that's what
everybody expects to see.

Yeah, well, then,
let 'em watch Geraldo.

He-he's such
a great trendsetter.

'Now, Charlie--'

Look, I told you before
and I'm gonna tell you again

I will quit before I go
on the air with that topic!

Gentlemen, please.

It's important that Mr. Nichels
avoid getting this upset.

How can I do that
with this moron harassing me?

I'd like to keep you here
overnight for observation

just to be on the safe side.

In the meantime, here's
something to help you sleep.

I'll look in on you later.

Thanks, doc, I appreciate it.

Get some rest, Charlie,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, right.
- You hang in there.

Okay, Evan.

What are you doing?

Doctor told you to take that.

Forget it. No way I'm going
back to that nightmare.

Charlie, listen to me.

I'm here with you.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

No one is going to get you

Except me.

Wh-what are you talking about?

Well, I thought you might
need some help staying awake.

Are you kidding me?

Unh-unh.

I've never been
more serious in my life.

Ah, the miracles
of modern medicine!

You're a devil..

Whoa! No!

- Are you alright, Mr. Nichels?
- Ah! Uh..

'I thought I heard a scream.'

No, no, no, those, no screaming
here, I didn't hear a scream.

Well, then I'm sorry.

Oh, would you like me
to fluff your pillow.

No! No, no,
I'll fluff 'em, it's fine.

Thanks.

Oh, wha-what's-what's
going on out there?

Emergency case just came in.

A teenage boy had some kind of
seizure while he was sleeping.

Poor thing, stabbed himself
with darts in the throat.

My God! And that happened
while he was asleep?

Can you believe it?

He's already lost so much blood

there's not much chance
of his survival.

I'm sorry you had to see that,
Mr. Nichels.

Hope you get back to sleep.

Wait a minute.
Uh, what was his name?

'Whose name?'

The kid with the darts
in his throat.

Jennings. Randy Jennings.

'Do you know him?'

Randy Jennings will be my guest
as I explore dreams that kill

on the next
"Springwood Confidential"

with Charlie Nichels.

No, no, I, uh..

No, I never heard of him.

Hey, Charlie, welcome back!

Yeah! Hey, what,
no presents, huh?

Hey, you weren't gone that long.

Well, next time,
I'll have to come up with

uh, more serious injuries.

Okay, everybody,
back to work, okay.

You're a bunch of cheapskates.

No presents, no goofin' off.

So how you feelin'?

Well, uh, you tell me.

Have we, uh..

...have we finally 86'd
"Dreams That Kill?"

- It's dead and buried.
- Good.

Then as soon as I get
a little caffeine in me

I'll be as good as new.

Uh, did you get
a new make-up man?

Yes, and he's supposed to
be excellent.

Well, he better be,
with these bags under my eyes

it looks like
I need a skycap.

He looks a little ragged.

Are you sure he's okay?

Well, he didn't get
much sleep last night.

Other than that, he's fine

Don't worry.

Once he gets in front
of a camera

he'll be the same old Charlie.

"Well, folks, despite
the outpouring of your mail..

"...I'm back.

"I've even got a new notch
in my noggin as

'"a souvenir of our last show.'

"I mean, could you
believe those whackos we had on?

"They were too much.

"Now, uh, let's hope, today,
I can duck the punches, alright?

"Oh, and speaking of today, what
a show we got lined up for you.

"You probably
already heard about

"the ordeal of one young man

"who recently survived
a harrowing real life nightmare

"until last night, that is..

Last night Randy Jennings died."

Umm..

Well, you know, folks

somebody is trying to play
some games with me here

but it isn't gonna work,
so, we'll be right back

after these messages.

'Go to commercial.'

Conniving son of a bitch!

Charlie, Charlie,
the station wants the show.

I don't care
what they want, man.

Look, nobody makes me look
like an idiot. You are fired.

I thought you were a pro.

Well, maybe I'd look..

Maybe I'd look like one
with a different producer.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Well, let me tell you something,
we promoted

the hell out of
"Dreams That Kill."

Now, it's time to make goo
on what we promised.

We're doing the show..

...with or without you.

Oh, you slimeball.

Okay, okay, I'll do it.
Give me a minute.

I'll run a clip we put together
on Randy Jennings.

And you got exactly

four and a half minutes
to pull it together.

Cue up the Jennings clip, guys.

'Alright, let's go.
You heard him'

Yeah, maybe we should do
a show on blackmail sometime.

Hey, somebody wanna fix
that light?

This place looks like the
"No Tell Motel" for God's sake.

Hey, you, buddy.

What's the matter, you hard
of hearing or something?

I warned you
not to do this show.

Look, can we talk?

What are you gonna do?

Light up your life!

We'll be coming out of
commercial break in 15 seconds.

What's going on?

I don't know,
must be a short somewhere.

Oh, God! He's fallen asleep.

Charlie, you okay?

'Oh, my God,
he's been electrocuted.'

Don't touch him.

Turn off the power
down here. Now!

Charlie, can you hear me?

Charlie!

'I wonder what happened to him.'

I know it's difficult.

But try to take comfort
in knowing that

he's feeling absolutely no pain.

Are you sure about that, doctor?

He keeps twitching.

That's a strictly
involuntary reaction.

No, Mr. Nichels
is in a deep coma.

Wh-when is he
gonna come out of it?

He is gonna get better,
isn't he?

I wouldn't hold out
too much hope for that.

I'm sorry.

Charlie.

Well, well, well.

How's my favorite patient today?

It's time
for your physical, Charlie.

My instruments are ready.

Yes. Now, you must
turn your head.

And cough!

Our next patient represents
a most interesting case.

Mr. Nichels was electrocuted
in a freak accident

while performing on television.

Vital signs remain weak

while beta brain wave activity
is moderate.

Patient is
unresponsive to treatment

and his condition continues
to deteriorate steadily.

'Frankly, I don't know how
he's hung on as long as he has.'

'How's it going, Charlie?'

Ready to test
the old reflexes?

Not bad, huh?

'Say, aah!'

Looks like them little tonsils
are gonna have to come out.

Oh, yeah.

Now, bed shock.

Take a deep breath.

And hold it.

Are there any further questions
regarding

the patient's condition?

Let's move on.

Dr. Weiss, look at this.

It's a surge
of alpha wave function.

That's highly unlikely, doctor.

Well, take a look for yourself.

'Those patterns
look like the kind'

'we see in
sleep therapy patients.'

'Charlie Nichels has been in
level three coma for weeks.'

Alpha activity is impossible
in his condition.

Then how do you explain
the readings?

I can't except that the monitor
needs re-calibration.

He's dreaming.

Doctor, you're not being trained
to jump to conclusions.

- But how else could--
- 'Dr. Weiss, please call 800.'

'Dr. Weiss,
please call 800 stat.'

There's an emergency in the OR.

Come with me, doctors.

Time to actually apply
what you've learned.

Doctor, did you hear your page?

Yeah, what's the situation?

Head trauma came in,
motorcycle accident.

And he wasn't wearing
a helmet, right?

At 60 miles an hour.

Damn it!
When will they ever learn?

'Dr. Weiss,
please call 800 stat.'

There's not much else
I can do.

What's the prognosis, doctor?

That another 18-year-old boy
won't see his 19th birthday.

But his vital signs
seems so strong.

Yes, pulmonary and
blood chemistry are normal

but I'm afraid, there's damage
to the left cranial nerve.

Which means he will be incapable
of most cognitive function.

And God knows what else.

Sew him up, doctor.

Dr. Weiss..

...I have an idea,
have you considered

the possibility of forced
cell regeneration?

Don't be ridiculous.

Look...in one room, you have
a terminal comma patient

with healthy brain waves,
but no chance of survival.

And now you have this boy
in desperate need

'of those healthy brain cells.'

What you're talking about is
brain matter transplantation.

That's science fiction.

The regeneration of lobe tissue
has shown fantastic potential.

This is a hospital, doctor.
Not a research lab.

You are obviously unaware
of the work

they are doing in Argentina.

I've read the literature,
thank you.

Dr. Erwin, what you're
suggesting is complicated

and problematic at best,
not to mention unethical

and possibly illegal.

It's only been attempted on
animals and with mixed results.

Fine, if that's your position
doctor, then you can tell

the boy's family that their son,
isn't worth attempting

the only procedure
that might save his life.

How are we tonight,
Mr. Nichels?

May I call you Charlie?

Uh, I feel like I know you after
seeing you so much on the tube.

We're a lot alike,
you and I.

Guys who aren't free
to tell the establishment

to take a flying leap.

Right?

Mark Lindstorm.

We haven't met.

My name is Dr. Erwin.

And I'm here to give you a
chance to make medical history.

It's a two way street, kid

Your job..

...is to accept these
healthy brain cells.

My job is to get famous
when you do it.

So let's both hope
this works, shall we?

Alright, Mark.
Follow my hand.

Can you tell us your name?

- I'm Mark Steven Lindstorm.
- 'What's five times six?'

- 'Thirty.'
- What's five times thirty?

- Hundred and fifty.
- And what's 30 times 150?

I'm gonna need a calculator
for that one, doc.

Well, Dr. Erwin,
you seem to have done wonders

'with our young friend.'

Well, thank you.
I...I'm glad you approve.

I didn't say I approve. You
still have a lot to answer for.

But I can't deny
the transformation

that's taken place
over the last few weeks.

Congratulations.

So, Dr. Weiss wasn't too happy
that I got well, huh?

No, it's not that.

It's just that sometimes
older doctors

aren't quite so willing to take
a chance on a new thing.

Yeah. Well, I'm glad,
you were.

It's my job.

- Wait, wait a second.
- What? What?

I just had
a really weird feeling.

Who's room is this?

Ah, nobody's at the present.

Uh, used to belong to
Charlie Nichels

'The talk show host.'

Charlie Nichels?

I had a feeling
it was his room.

Where is he?
I'd like to meet him.

He, uh, he passed away.

Last night.

Well, wait a second.
Who's that?

'That's Charlie's girlfriend.'

Britt?

Yes?

I-I guess I thought you were
someone else. I'm sorry.

How did you know
my name was Britt?

I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry
I bothered you.

Hi, honey.

Oh, hi.

I guess we do know each other.

I thought you might need some
help staying awake.

You did?

'Well, I guess that
wouldn't be such a bad idea.'

Oh, no, no, no.
Wait a second.

My brother, Wally,
put you up to this, didn't he?

'This-this is a joke, right?'

Unh-unh.

I've never been more serious
in my life.

Ah, I was hoping
you'd say that.

- Ma!
- Sorry to wake you, darling.

They're letting me
take you home today.

Isn't that nice?

Hey, that's-that's terrific, ma!

Well, everybody certainly is
excited about seeing you.

Your friends have all been
calling the house.

They can't wait to come over.

And of course, the neighbors
want to stop by too.

That's great, ma.

Mark, what in the world
are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

'When did you start smoking?'

'Put that out this instant.'

You're certainly
full of surprises, today.

Never thought I would live
to see the day

when you listen to classical.

What, you have a problem
with that too?

'Of course not, dear.'

Just that you always said, if it
didn't have electric guitar

it wasn't music.

Yeah, well.

I changed my mind, alright.

Alright.

- Ma, turn here.
- What?

Would you just do what I say?

Mark, what is wrong with you?

Maybe you should've stayed in
the hospital a little longer.

Could you just pull in here?

Where are you going?

Relax, ma.
I'm...I'm alright. Really.

Why don't you go on home..

...and I'll see you later?

Okay?

Mark!

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm here to do the show.

You're here to audition.
How old are you?

How old are you, hotshot?

Here, fill up one of these
and get in line.

Thanks, Evan.

'Next.'

Hi there.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping
maybe you could tell me.

'Hi, and welcome to the new
"Springwood Confidential."'

I'm your new host,
George Nemchek

and what a wonderful new time,
we're going to have together.

Next.

Can you believe
this station gang?

I mean, come on, having a calico
for a TV talk show host?

'Gimme a break,
what do they think that'

'any jerk walkin' in
off the street'

is gonna be able to
handle this gig?

I mean, who do they think
that they're kiddin'?

Don't they realize that
this job requires at least

a third grade education?

Cut!

Thank you for coming, everybody.

The auditions are over.

What's the deal, Evan? Come on.
I was just warming up.

How do you know my name?

Lucky guess. Come on, you cut
off my audition at the knees.

Look, I've heard enough.
You got the job.

Oh, by the way, you do an
uncanny Charlie Nichels.

Charlie Nichels?

I gotta tell you folks.

Sitting with me now
are two amazing people.

Dr. Erwin and Dr. Weiss.

Now, these are the folks
who took care of me

when I was in the hospital.

And Dr. Erwin here, is
personally responsible for

restoring a part of my brain
that was damaged beyond repair.

And we're just as pleased
as you are, Mark.

Yeah, I'm sure,
you got paid for it.

But no, seriously.

What you folks did
is-is a miracle.

And I know there are lot of
people out there

who'd like to know exactly
how you did it.

Unfortunately,
that's not possible, Mark.

- Oh, here we go.
- Let me finish.

The procedure Dr. Erwin
used needs more research

before it can be tried again.

That's your opinion, doctor.

One minor episode is hardly
conclusive. You got lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

- I am a trained--
- Oh, you're a fraud.

You know nothing
about medicine.

Oh, aren't you such an expert!

You know, you can't
even put on your own scrubs--

That's it,
I'm gonna take you up

on formal charges
with the AMA.

'You're not gonna be allowed to
practice this voodoo medicine.'

- 'Is that a threat?'
- 'That's a promise.'

'You can just go right
ahead to the AMA'

'because I'm gonna put you on..'

I thought,
I killed you already, Nichels.

- Hey, who are you?
- Who are you?

This is supposed to be
Charlie Nickels' dream!

I'm not Charlie Nickels.
I'm-I'm Mark Lindstrom.

What the hell?
As long as I'm here..

I kinda like this, killing
two jerks with one stone.

'Mark? Mark?'

Oh, what happened?

You lapsed into a state
of impenetrable somnolence.

What?

You were in some kind of trance.

You were there
for a while and finally

had to dub out of the show.

What do you remember, Mark?

Wait a minute.
What you guys didn't see it?

See who?

The crazy guy,
who snuck up behind me

and tried to kill me.

He said, he was supposed
to be in Charlie Nickels' dream

whatever that means.

Oh, my God!

Freddy.

Charlie was having
exactly the same nightmares.

- 'He was?'
- There's your proof, doctor.

You went too far.

You said, doctor, one
episode is hardly conclusive.

W-w-wait, what are you guys
talking about?

'You were injected
with brain cells'

taken from Charlie Nickels.

Unfortunately, Dr. Erwin took
them from the occipital lobe

'the dream center of the mind.'

'The proper procedure
would have been to'

transplant cells
from the parietal lobe.

The center
for conscious thought.

That's great, I mean,
no wonder everybody thought

I was acting
like Charlie Nickels.

You even gave me his nightmares.

Look, look, this could be
an isolated incident.

Let's not overreact.

I'm gonna see to it that you
never practice medicine again.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a second.
What about me?

I mean, I'm the one who's got
this guy runnin' around

inside my head, huh.

'Uh, y-y-you gotta give me
an antidote.'

There is no antidote, Mark.

At this point, all we know
is that Charlie's cells are

multiplying in your brain..

...and there's no way
to stop them.

What are you doing?

Uh, flushing out
your circulatory system

in hopes that
the fresh blood will have

a cleansing effect
on your brain cells.

This may make
you a little dizzy..

'...or light-headed.'

Okay, just as long as
it doesn't make me go to sleep.

If you gotta go

you gotta go.

And, now, it's your turn.

Umm-mm.

I hate the caramel ones.

One of these?

Help me!

Somebody help me.

There's only one cure for me,
buddy boy..

...you gotta die.

Unh-unh-mm.

Mm-mm-mm.

- Mark, for God's sake.
- Shut up, doc.

There's only one thing
I want to hear from you

and that's what you're
gonna do for an antidote.

We've already told you, Mark.
There isn't an antidote.

You said,
you were looking into it.

You said, you were
running tests in the lab.

We're running those tests but

this isn't an overnight thing.

It could take months,
it could take years

before we find
a way to reverse

the spurt of those cells
in your brain.

Wrong answer, doc.

Mark..
God!

Don't you think this situation
is killing me inside.

Not as much
as it's going to.

Mark? Mark! Wait!

'Listen.'

'You've proved
your point, Mark.'

'You've really motivated me,
I'm gonna get in the lab'

'and I'm gonna
find that antidote.'

Please, listen.

Mark, I know I can do it too.

I think, we're very, very
close to unlocking the secret

of this thing.

Honestly, seriously, Mark.

I think we're probably
just a matter of days

before we give you something.

Now, you understand why
we didn't tell you, don't you?

'We just didn't want you
to get your hopes up'

'too soon.
That's all.'

Mark, please,
please, please, please.

Do you know what it's like

Do you have any idea

what it's like
having him inside your head?

- Everywhere you turn--
- No, no, I can imagine.

No, you can't imagine.

But you will.

No! No!

I figure it's only right
that I should

have some company, no?

And who better than you?

'You're the man,
who made me what I am today.'

Mark, Mark, please don't.
Mark, please don't.

'This is how you did it, right?'

'Straight into the ear?'

Welcome to Freddy's fun house.

Ah-h-h.

Music to my ears.

I guess, that guy
just learned something

they don't teach
in medical school.

An apple a day..

...won't keep Freddy away!

Uh-uh, not on your life.

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