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REMBRANDT: Go! Go! Go!

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

"Join the sliders!
Travel to exotic lands!

"Meet
interesting people!"

And get eaten by them!

The next time you decide
to go native on me,
count me out!

There's one minute
to go.

Hey, it's your fault,
you offended them.

Yeah, well, instead
of shaking your groove thing
with the chief's daughter,

maybe you should focus
on finding your home world.

QUINN: We really should try
and learn as much as possible
about these worlds we visit,

someday our survival
may depend on it.

Q-Ball, the girl
was looking at you
like a rare veal chop.

Hey, have you guys lost
your sense of adventure?

Yeah. Well, we're
gonna lose more than that

if we don't
get out of here now!

Hit it.
Three, two...

Bon appétit.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh, I hate sand
in my shorts.

Oh, great,
public housing world.

Looks like we're tenants
for three days, four hours,
six minutes.

It's just enough time
to figure out where we are.

Well, if this
is your Earth,

maybe these ruins
are left over
from the last time

that the humans
and the Kromaggs
duked it out.

No, these buildings
aren't battle-damaged.

Looks like
a demolition zone.

(MOANING)

(GROANING)

(MAGGIE SQUEALS)

MAGGIE: No!

How long have
we been here?

Over an hour.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm Brigadier General
Randall Simmons.

I'm Quinn Mallory.
This is Rembrandt Brown,

and that's Maggie Beckett
over there.

What the devil
is going on?
Where are we?

Didn't anyone
tell you?

No one's told us
a thing.

I'm sorry,
I thought you
already knew.

You're home.

Home?

You mean we're back
on Earth Prime?

It's not possible.
We've been to Earth Prime.
It's overrun with Kromaggs.

Was overrun.
Three months ago,

we cracked the Kromagg
communications protocols.

We were able to access
most of their tactical
and defensive systems,

turned their own technology
against them.

Two weeks ago
we celebrated VK Day.
Victory over the Kromaggs.

This way, please.

QUINN:
What if you found a portal
to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into
a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year
and you're the same person,

but everything else
is different?

And what if you can't
find your way home?

ETHEREAL VOICE:Sliders.

QUINN: If you've won
the war against the Kromaggs,
what was that battle we saw?

REMBRANDT:
Yeah, we nearly got
our heads blown off.

Ninety percent
of the planet is back
under human control.

But there are still pockets
of Kromagg resistance.

You had the bad luck
to slide into a hot LZ.

In addition to
Kromagg weapons technology,

we've also adapted
their sliding capability.

This display shows
our tactical status on
all multi-Earth battle fronts.

These yellow ribbons indicate
worlds which have been
liberated, Mr. Brown.

We've got the Maggots
on the run on over
two dozen parallel worlds.

And I'd say
that calls for a drink.

Will someone tell me
what's going on?

Just relax. It's okay.

Just relax,
try to remember.

You've been having
memory lapses
since the attack.

The docs say it'll pass.

We've seen this kind
of thing before.

Thanks.

REMBRANDT:
Almost bought the farm
from a Kromagg plasma cannon.

I remember something.

An explosion, a hospital.

That was three days ago.

Three days?

We've found this kind
of disorientation
is common

when a person has been
exposed to certain types
of Kromagg energy weapons.

You will recover.

And when you do,

we need people
who've had experience
with the Maggs.

Feel like strapping on
a Harrier again,
Captain Beckett?

Our campaign
is expanding.

We're kicking the Maggs
off more worlds every day.

But we're spread thin.

We need help.

Mr. Brown, there's
a naval commission in this
for you, if you want it.

All the same to you,
I just want to go home,

try to find my family,
see if they're okay.

Can you help us,
General?

My mother was shipped
off-world by the Maggs.

Yes, and a friend
of ours, Wade.

She was taken
by the Kromaggs
to a breeder camp.

SIMMONS: We found thousands
of human refugees
on other Earths.

There's a chance,
a good one,

your people are alive.

What about
my offer, Captain?

I know you've been eager
to get back up there again.

I might still be
a little fuzzy,

but I don't recall
mentioning that to anyone.

You're a pilot.

What self-respecting marine
wouldn't want to get back
up there and mix it up?

This is all happening
too fast.

Ah. I understand.

You've been sliding so long,
it must be tough
to accept the idea

that your journey
is finally over.

You can start
a brand new life
on our world.

Or any other world,
for that matter.

Of course,
we'll have to
debrief you,

get the details of your
Kromagg encounters,

or any other worlds
you may have encountered.

Their culture,
natural resources.

I have some questions
of my own.

Such as?

Such as,

what is a one-star general
doing in charge of
a unified command?

With all due respect,

you seem a bit
light on the brass

to be running
a campaign this size.

You're not
from our Earth, Captain.

Your military
may be different than ours.

(SIGHS) Granted.

But is it also customary
on your world

for a marine officer
to be handing out
naval field commissions?

The last time I checked,
we worked for the Navy.

Tell me what you want.
I can make it happen.

It wasn't a battlefield
we slid into.

I've seen
bombed-out buildings.

This was a demolition site.

(STATIC BUZZING)

No! No way.
This is a trick!

Quinn! Remmy!

(STATIC BUZZING)

What are you
talking about?

You can stop the charade.
You're a Kromagg, aren't you?

What?

I've seen what you do.

Twist people's
perceptions,

make us see
what you want us to.

(SLOWED-DOWN VOICE)
Calm down.

You stay away from me.

(WOMAN CHATTERING OVER P.A.)

Welcome back to reality,
Miss Beckett.

Who the hell are you?

I'm not a Kromagg,
whatever that is.

Oh! Take it easy.

Coming out
of virtual space
can be disorienting.

You'll need to get
your land legs back.

Where am I?

You're in
virtual reality recovery
at Chandler Federal Hospital.

I'm Randall Simmons,
your case worker.

Recovery?
Recovery from what?

The short version?

You were buried alive.

Though what you
and your friends
were doing

in the middle
of a demolition site

is a question
only you can answer.

My friends. Where are they?
Are they okay?

They're fine. They're
in VR recovery, too.

Speak English.

VR is an
effective technique.

Although you seem to have
an aversion to it.

Tell me, do you feel
that you're resistant
to pleasant thoughts?

I don't like people
poking around in my head.

Obviously.

I've never seen anyone
outsmart VR therapy.

I'll have to have a word
with our programmers.

Still, you and your friends
are quite a mystery.

No medicards,
no subdermal ID chips.

It's almost
as if you just

materialized here.

And then there's this.

I need to see
my friends. Now.

(REMBRANDT MOANING)
QUINN: That's right.

(REMBRANDT AND QUINN MOANING)

QUINN: Oh, yeah.
Come here.

That's right.

Yeah.

Get those things
off of them.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, now, we need to
bring them out slowly.

Sudden reality shifts
are dangerous.

There can be seizures,
even brain damage.

MAGGIE:
What are those?

We use them
to monitor the therapy.

You monitor their mind?
Invade their thoughts?

No, we monitor
their therapy.

In order to stimulate
the healing process,

the mind is immersed
in pleasant desires.

Memories, the like.

The machines read
those thoughts,
enhance them,

then play them back
to the patient.

Tuna casserole,
my favorite, Mama.

(QUINN MOANING)

Rise and shine,
lover boy.

(GROANING GROGGILY)

I was in a park.

Welcome to the world
of VR medicine.

Incredible.

Nurse, maybe
these gentlemen
are hungry.

Oh, no, thanks,
I ate already.

I think.
How long have we
been under?

Long enough.

The timer's
counting up.

We missed
the sliding window.

We're stranded
here.

Are you sure?
Maybe you read it wrong.

There's no mistake.
We missed the gateway.

It's counting up
to the next window.

In 29 years.

I'm not ready
to accept that yet.

We've missed
a window before.

On that
Egyptian Earth.

Yeah, but we were able
to find another timer
and slide out.

Yeah, but from
what Simmons says,

this Earth doesn't have
that kind of technology.

(SHUSHING)

(SOFTLY) Not yet.

What're you saying?
You can build another
sliding machine?

Maybe, but it's not like
I carry the blueprints
in my back pocket.

I'd be working from memory.
I'd need your help.

Oh, sure, and I'll just
build a time machine
while I'm at it.

Don't sell yourself short.
You knew your husband's work.

No, I listened to him
talk about it.

I also handed him
the occasional
magnospanner,

and gave back rubs.

Doesn't make me
a scientist.

Anything you could
remember would help.

Look, maybe
this Simmons guy
can help us.

No.

We don't know enough
about this world

to just hand them
the secret to sliding.

Right.

We tell him who we are,
and where we're from,
but no more.

SIMMONS: I have to admit,
when I heard Ms. Beckett's
parallel world story,

I thought we pulled her
out of the VR too soon.

Sometimes I wish it was
just a bad dream.

We appreciate
your helping us.

Well, the government
on my Earth

is more than happy
to help you get home.

REMBRANDT: Look,
I don't get it.

Is everybody here
in therapy?

No, of course not.

VR is used
for more than just
medicinal purposes.

It's a source of
recreation, education,
entertainment.

It's part of
our way of life.

So that guy
over there,

how does he
paint the building
with a VR unit on?

The VR unit
just makes the job
more enjoyable.

See, it has
a multi-tasking
function.

You can perform one task
while perceiving
another in VR.

MAGGIE: So he thinks
he's painting a masterpiece.

I took a job
on a production line
one year.

I could've used
one of those.

We've set up the lab
with everything
you've asked for.

This way.

(ENGINE PUTTERING)

Man, I don't even want to know
what he thinks he's doing.

Come on in.

There are cots in the corner,
and a kitchen in the back.

If there's anything else
that you need
that isn't here,

just let us know.

Thanks.

I'll let you
get to it, then.

Oh, one more thing.
I almost forgot.

The latest
recreational model.

The Realman XL.

Hey, thanks, man.

SIMMONS: Just a few
safety tips with these.

They feed off a central
VR processor, so you can
enter each other's fantasies.

Just don't try and pull
someone out suddenly.
That can be dangerous.

Enjoy them,
but remember,

they can be
habit-forming.

What do we
need these for?

It's like Q-Ball said.
When in Rome...

We're not gonna have
any time to take side trips
into VR world, Remmy.

We got 29.7 years
to kill here, remember?

We will get out
of here, Remmy.

I promise you that.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
you two geniuses can
come up with something.

Just make sure
that we're gone

before I have to
change my name
to Old Crying Man Brown.

We can do this,
Maggie.

Looks like they set us up
pretty good.

Maybe too good.

Don't you think Simmons
seems a little too eager
to help us out?

Anything we want,
no questions asked.

I don't trust him.

You think I do?

But right now,
we do not have a choice.

You know how many dishes
we'd have to wash to afford
a computer like this?

We'd be better off
waiting 29 years
for the next window.

All right.
So where do we start?

Start. Right.

Quinn?

There's something
you're not telling me.

Remember I told you
I'd be working from memory?

Well, the memory
doesn't seem to be
working so good.

What do you mean?

I've been racking my brain
for hours, hoping it was just
a temporary lapse,

just a VR hangover.

I can't remember
how to build
a sliding machine.

DUVALL: It's quite
a fantastic story.

Alternate dimensions,

an infinite number
of worlds.

It would be a real coup
for the company.

And for you.

For both of us.

It's her friend
who's the scientist.

You should be
focusing on him.

No, she's the key.

We need her
to bring them around.

She doesn't trust you.

Well, neither do you.

But what difference
does that make?

This is very big, Randall.

Don't screw it up.

(MACHINE HUMMING)

Nothing looks familiar.

For all I know,
this is a nuclear-powered
cigarette lighter.

Damn it, can't you remember
anything? A theory?
A formula?

Anything that might
trigger a memory in me.

I don't know!

Our apartment was so cluttered
with scribbled-out formulas
and papers and books.

A lot about a man
named Tesla.

Nikola Tesla!

Yeah.

Tesla died
over 50 years ago.

He invented a device
called the tesla coil.

It was a primitive
electrical induction device.

Wait, Steven once said

that induction coils
were an important part
of his machine.

Of course. You'd need
to generate a huge
burst of power

in order to open
a sliding vortex.

Okay! We've got
a place to start.

Wait, wait, wait.

There's something else.
It seemed so silly,
I almost forgot.

What's that?

(SCATTING MELODY)

He made me memorize it.
He said it helped him
remember.

Remember what?

I don't know. He died
before he could tell me.

A musical clue.

Rembrandt!
Rembrandt!

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

Oh, I don't like this.

Remmy's been through a lot.
He needs some R and R.

Yeah, but if these things
are causing memory loss,

we should get him
out of there now.

No, no, no, no, no.
That would be even
more dangerous.

He's got to come
out of it by himself.

How long is that gonna take?
I don't want him to get
hooked on this thing.

I could see
how tempting throwing
one of those things on

and just forgetting about
everything would be.

My point exactly.

Who knows how long
he'll stay in there

and how many
brain cells he'll fry.

Where are you
going?

Simmons says we could jack
into each other's fantasies.

Be right back.

No, Stan! No!

Capital "N,"
capital "O."

Will you get
out of my hair?

No, no, no,
not you, Stan.

Look, this was
all agreed.

I'll pick up the cost
for the massage therapist,

but I'm not budging
on the money.

We're talking
gross points here!

Will you get
off of me?

No, not you, Stan.

Give me a minute.

La Toya.

Look, I know how someone
like myself is hard to resist,
and I'm flattered.

But I'm a married man.
I have a wife and two kids.

(SCOFFS)
I have a husband
and three children.

What's that
got to do with it?

(GROWLS LUSTFULLY)

Stay away from me.
This is business.

Where was I, Stan?

Yeah, look, I'm only
doing this concert
as a favor to Billy.

Look, Billy's got
the croup.

(LA TOYA MOANING)
Uh, Stan?

Stan?

I have to get
back to you.

I got a situation.

(LA TOYA MOANING)

REMBRANDT: La Toya.

LA TOYA: We'd be
so good together!

La Toya!

La Toya,

this is sexual harassment.
Now, I could call the cops.

Mmm, you are so handsome
when you're angry.

(MAGGIE CLEARING THROAT)

Should I make
an appointment?

No, no, Maggie.

This isn't
what you think.

I was just taking
a little dictation.

Yeah.

She seems like
she's very good at it.

Well, when you get
to my position in life,
there are certain people

who want to try
to take advantage of that.

Hmm.

Well, maybe I can help.

We have to get back
to the lab now.

I'm not going back
to the lab.

I'm opening Saturday night
at the Hollywood Bowl.

The artist
formerly known as Elvis
is on the bill.

(SCOFFS)

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What part of my
program are you?

I'm not part
of your fantasy.

You're real?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
that's right.
You can do that.

All right. It's time
to go, Rembrandt.

Look, I am not going!

What?

Why should I,
Maggie? I mean,

look around you, I've got
everything I've always
wanted and more.

I mean, I got a wife,
two kids.

Gold records.

A dog, somewhere.

My mother is finally
speaking to me.

I've got respect.

Respect from whom?

A computer-generated sexpot?

How can you be happy
with love and success
that aren't real?

Reality hasn't had
a whole lot to offer me
lately, Maggie.

(SIGHING)

So you want
to be spoon-fed a fantasy?

There is a whole world
out there!

A world with
two very real people
who need your help.

And a mother who
is stuck in a world
under Kromagg rule.

Now, she
needs you, too.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

Here. You sit.

Damn it.

(EXHALES)

Again, Quinn?

(CLEARING THROAT)

How dare you
have sex with me
without my consent?

How dare me? How dare you!
This is my private fantasy!

For God's sake, Quinn,
you can't just go around
using people's likenesses

for your own
twisted pleasure.

How is this any different
from any ordinary daydream?

Minus the unannounced
visitor, of course!

So this is how
you think of me?

No.

Come on,
that's not it at all.

Shut this down now.

(SHIVERING)

Remmy, are you okay?

I feel sick.

If I could just get back
in the VR world for a while,

I'm sure it'll pass.

Forget it. Forget it!

Don't you see
what's going on here?

These things are like a drug.
Just jack in and make
all the pain go away.

Well, no!

I'm not gonna be
stuck in a VR coma
for the next 29 years!

If we're going to get
out of here, you guys,
we have to work together.

And that means
going cold turkey.

Hey!

Maggie, no!

Yes! All right?
Enough of this!

Maggie. No!

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

MAGGIE: That's it.
It's over!

Rembrandt, that's it.

Now, let's get
back to work.

How's our little project
coming along?

Very nicely,
thank you.

The VR success
is the only reason

the big boys are allowing us
to proceed with this.

Then we can move forward?

For now,

but they want to know
when we can expect

the big breakthrough
I've promised them.

Well, it's not gonna
happen any faster

with you breathing
down my neck.

So why don't you
go back to corporate

and I'll call you
when it's time?

Nobody from corporate
is taking it easy on this.

They'll want to see
a significant return.

A significant return!
Well, what about worlds
without end?

Limitless resources
to exploit,

unlimited labor pool,
infinite markets.

And infinite risk.

It's worth it.

It's not just your ass
on the line here, Randall.

We need to make this happen.

It's under control.

I hope so.

For both our sakes.

(PIANO NOTES PLAYING)

(HUMMING ALONG)

That's it.

That's it.

Yeah. It sounds a lot
like a standard 12-bar
bass riff.

Well, my husband
really liked
the Rolling Who.

The who?

No, the Rolling Who,
they wrote this great
rock opera called Angie.

(LAUGHS)

Now, that's a show
I would like to see.

Well, I've written it
all out there.

E, A, E, B, A, E. Okay.

Yeah, now the sliding formula
might be hidden somewhere
in those letters.

(LAUGHS)
Great work.

(GRUNTS IN DISGUST)

It's from a can.

It's certainly not
up to the standards
of a superstar.

Chicken soup
just like my mother's.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I got the impression
that you weren't really
on speaking terms with her.

She felt show biz
was the devil's work.

Last time we spoke,

I was just about
to board the bus
for Detroit.

She never returned
my calls after that.

See, it's not just
about money or career.

It's about respect.

You know, respect, and
making my mother proud.

Everything I saw
in your fantasy.

(SCOFFING)

Well, you know
how those things
can take off on you.

I never had a family.

My mother
always wanted me
to have one.

If you could have
family and success,
you can have it all.

The perfect life.

Kind of hard
to walk away from.

How about you?

You've been in.
You've seen
how real VR can be.

Ever been tempted
to try a fantasy,
maybe relive a memory?

There are some things
you just can't fix.

But wouldn't you want
to see your husband again?

Just for a little while?

(CHUCKLES)
Of course, I would.

But, you know,

what I'd find in there
wouldn't be Steven.

My Steven is gone.

My world is gone.

Some things
just go away, Remmy.

If you want to
change your life,

you have to
do it yourself.

You can't just strap on
some rose-colored
VR goggles and...

(SIGHS)

Because at the end
of the day,

you take them off,

and the world
still looks the same.

If I took them off
and saw your face,

it's worth a case
of the shakes.

Okay.

(SNIFFS)

Any of this
look familiar?

Yeah.

Could be part of the
initialization sequence.

I'm still gonna need
some time.

Well, time is one thing
we do have.

You accept the apology
of a crazy man?

Maybe.

Testosterone
can do crazy things
to your mind.

What you saw,
it's not what you think.

Really?

You miss out on a lot
when the sole focus
of your existence

is making the grade.

I never went through
that period in life

where there was
no future plans,
no pressure to perform,

nothing to think about
except being young.

And I guess I felt
I had some catching up
to do.

Sowing your virtual oats?

At first.

But with you,
it was different.

You're more to me
than that.

I was kind of hoping that
you'd have realized that
by now.

Then why fantasize
when I'm right here?

I guess we never had time
for anything more.

We do now.

Maggie. Maggie,
come on. Snap out of it.

(GASPING)
Come on, get up.

(COUGHING)

I hate to be insensitive,
but if you're going
to be sick,

you're gonna have to use

one of these on the way.
Let's go.

Let's go.

Sweet dreams.

QUINN: Thank God
we finally found you.

MAGGIE:
Found me where?
We were in the lab.

REMBRANDT: Simmons'
virtual reality
opium den.

We slid into a
demolition site

in some sort of
slave labor camp.

Remmy and I
were thrown clear
of the blast,

but Simmons got
you and the timer.

Just keep
walking.

He's been using VR
to trick you

into telling him
how to build
a sliding machine.

I told you, I don't know
how to build
a sliding machine.

Well, you've given him
a pretty good head start.

Plus, he's got the timer,
and the window opens
in less than three hours.

No. No.
We missed
the window!

Maggie, you have been
in VR for three days.

Everything you have
experienced

has been a virtual
fabrication. A lie!

The, uh...
Building the machine,
the addictions,

none of it was real?

None of it.

None of it
was real.

So, what's our next move?

Same as always.

Getting the timer back.

It's not gonna be as easy
as it was breaking
into the hospital.

REMBRANDT: Let's go.

(MAGGIE COUGHING)

Mr. Simmons,
there's been a break-in
in the VR rehab unit.

The Beckett woman?

Gone, sir.

Looks like
her friends managed
to get past security.

They took down
three of our men.

Double the guards
around the lab.

Find her
and her friends. Move!

Well, I felt all along,

we needed to bring
Brown and Mallory
in on the project.

This isn't exactly
what I had in mind.

We'll get her back.
And her friends.

And with Mallory
in our hands,

we'll have
the sliding technology

even sooner
than we hoped for.

You should have known
they'd come after her,

increased security.

Very sloppy.

All right. Now wait
a minute, you're
a part of this team, too.

(LAUGHING)

The winning team, Randall,
the winning team.

You took the risks
on this project.

You kept me and the board
in the dark all this time.

Remember?

If you go down,

you're going down alone.

Welcome to
the Brown-Mallory Arms.

Sorry, the maid
doesn't come
till Tuesday.

Yeah, just to move
the filth around.

Right over here.

So, how
are you feeling?

Like somebody
took my brain out and
used it to play handball.

I've been able to tap
into the VR mainframe,

which is how we figured out
what Simmons was up to.

It's also how
we eventually found you.

We had to go through
a lot of fantasies
to get to you.

You should see
what people come up with.

You monitored
my VR trip?

We were trying to find a way
to get you out of there.

You saw everything?

If you mean, did I see
your fantasy Quinn,

well, I...

Great.

Hey, I'm flattered, really,
but we'll talk about it later.

First of all, come here.

(TYPING)

We have got about two hours
to get the timer back.

I've tapped into their
surveillance system.

Does this look
familiar?

The lab.

Your husband
was a brilliant man.

Putting the structure
of the wormhole initiation
formula in a tune

was very clever.

Yeah, but he found
a pretty cute place
to keep it, too.

The point is,
Simmons got the basics.

He could crack
the secret to sliding.

Yeah, and I handed it to him
like one of his
weak-minded zombies.

Not for a minute.

He had to try twice
before he could
even come close

to getting
inside your head.

You didn't know
what he was doing
to you, Maggie.

Simmons played me
like a fool.

I would have given him
everything.

I would have given him
you guys,

and never have known
the difference.

The only reason I know
I'm out of it is,

all I can think about
is jacking back in.

That'll pass.

It doesn't matter
what Simmons did
to your head.

In your heart,
you were trying to help us.

Just like you always are.

Is this my fantasy
Quinn talking?

No, it's the real deal.

So, who is this
Simmons, really?

Just some
middle-management type

trying to claw his way
up the corporate food chain.

Yeah, but his company
makes these.

It started off as just
another high-tech toy,

but then people
got hooked on them.

(SIGHS)

So, what's
our next move?

Any progress?

This is a kind of
mass-to-energy formula.

Without the girl's help,
it would have taken us years

to come up with the proper
initiation sequence.

And this will open
the dimensional doorway?

It's just
a question of adjusting
the power-flow rates

for the induction coils.

Designing the rest
of the machine
should be easy.

Then do it.

QUINN: They're
getting closer.

REMBRANDT:
How are we going
to get in there now?

Those goons are armed
with more than bedpans.

There may be a way.

If the real lab
is anything like
the virtual one,

security is
actually pretty light
once you get inside.

Most of the workers
are zoned out on VR.

Simmons doesn't have much use
for armed guards.

I'm still tapped
into the VR mainframe.

I could power down
some of the units.

The guards will have
their hands full with
a bunch of unhappy campers.

Mmm, it's not enough.

Just pull the plug, and
those workers are gonna go
through VR withdrawal

just like I did.

A bunch of sick,
hungover zombies

aren't gonna make much
of a diversion for us.

What other choice
do we have?

Well,

VR makes
the workers passive

by feeding them
pleasant thoughts, right?

Right.

Well, what if we made
their phony worlds
a little less pleasant?

Adjust the central computer
and feed them back
their worst fears.

Give them all
nightmares.

A lab full of screaming,
terrified people,

that might provide
a pretty good diversion.
MAGGIE: Mmm-hmm.

But what would that
do to them?

I don't know. Might
make them think twice

about strapping on
one of those VR rigs again.

It's good to have you back
in the team, Maggie.

Yeah.

(TYPING)

(MOANING)

(GROANING)
SIMMONS: What's going on?

(GASPING)

SIMMONS: We need
some help in here!

Take them
out of here!

Get them
to the infirmary.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(MAN EXCLAIMING)

Hey!

Come on.

Like I said, it's good
to have you back, Maggie.

I told you
I don't like people
inside my head.

You could have had
anything you wanted.

What do you have
that I could possibly want?

A life built on lies?

Look at your world,
blinding people
with a fantasy.

Then help me find
another world.

A better one.

Give me
the sliding technology.

Sliding doesn't work
that way.

(COCKING RIFLE)

Maggie, what
are you doing?

Putting an end
to this right now.

Quinn, can we send
the nightmare program out
on a global level?

QUINN: Well, if you didn't
put a slug through the
VR mainframe, Annie Oakley.

Yeah, I think
I could do that.

Do it.

You can't do that.

These people have lived
with VR their whole lives.

What are they gonna do
if you just take that
away from them?

That's your job.

You made
this mess, Simmons.
You clean it up.

Accessing World Wide
VR Web.

Program
off and running.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Ten seconds.

We just gave your world
a wakeup call.

I don't think anyone's
gonna be interested

in using your little
virtual reality toys
for some time.

(WHOOSHING)

(BLENDER WHIRRING)

One more hour
till we slide.

Then let's spend it
bending our elbows.

Oh, please.

I haven't gotten this VR buzz
out of my system yet.

Spend a lot of time
on the road,

you learn to mix up
a hangover cure.

This is
the Crying Man's patented
morning-after moose juice.

Guaranteed to clear
your sinuses,

strip furniture,
kill a hangover,

VR or otherwise.

Drink up.

(EXCLAIMS
IN DISGUST)

(GROANS)

One thing's for sure.

I know I'm not
in a VR fantasy anymore.

'Cause only the real Rembrandt
could come up with something
this nasty!

It's the tuna.

Welcome back, Maggie.

(CHUCKLING)

(GROANS)