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Good morning, Dr. Roberts.

You had 56 minutes of REM sleep.

Good morning, Dr. Roberts.

You had 56 minutes of REM sleep.

♪ As I try to make my way
To the ordinary world ♪

♪ I will learn to survive ♪

Hello and welcome
to Modern Psychiatry.

I'm your host, Dr. Michael Westfield.

On today's show, we're going to discuss
the rare but fascinating syndrome

that is shared psychotic disorder.

We can define this diagnosis as a delusion
that develops in an individual

who is in a close relationship

with someone who already has
an established delusion.

For instance, take one couple...

Thank you.

Sorry, I wish the jacket wasn't necessary.

Please, sit.

What happened to Homer?

What happened to Homer?

Prairie, what happened to us?

We traveled into another dimension.

Into other versions of ourselves!

-Selves with completely different lives.
-Not completely.

Nina and I have the same birth dates,
same birth name,

-same father--
-Yes.

Dr. Percy has the same birthday,
same childhood, too. Even has the same...

crazy middle name.
But I'm not called Hap here.

That's a nickname I picked up in the ER.
He didn't work in the ER.

He never heard the "whoosh,"

never got obsessed
with near-death experiences.

He's quite a celebrity.

He wrote a book.
He went into psychology of all things.

When I was in Nina's apartment,
I... recognized her childhood photographs

and... they're mine. Up to a point.

-Right.
-But...

Nina never went blind.

She got to go to college

and Paris.

It's amazing, isn't it?

And I was wrong. Near-death experiences
are not glimpses into an afterlife.

They're glimpses into other lives.

A garden of forking paths.

A self that... that encountered

different circumstances or made
different choices, and somehow...

-became a different person.
-But why doesn't Homer remember me?

That's one of the questions
we have to find an answer to.

Here.

It seems...

there's the body,

and there's, uh...

The soul.

Or mind, consciousness, whatever.

And evidently...

it can jump...

into another dimension,
leaving the body behind.

Now, my consciousness jumped...

into Doctor Percy.

Yours into Nina Azarova.

And... for some reason I can't work out,

Homer, who did exactly the same
as everyone else...

didn't make it into Dr. Roberts.

Describe your jump to me.
Tell me everything that happened.

All right. Well, two days after I left you
in a manner I'm not proud of...

I... I got everybody out of the cells...

...and I took them... outside.

Sodium pentothal.

Paralysis sets in after 11 minutes.

The heart stops in 13 to 15.

You've killed us.

It's over for all of us.

Either we do the movements,
travel to another dimension together...

or we die here in this field together.

It's up to you.

We’ll get him on the other side.

Carbon monoxide!

Get the rest of those windows open!

Somebody call 911!

And open the windows!
Get everyone out!

You okay?

What the fuck are you doing?

Dr. Percy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay? Okay?

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

-Okay. We're okay. We're okay.
-Yeah!

Like you always said,

same play, different cast.

Across many dimensions through time.

We're bound together, you and I, Prairie.

We're discovering the science of destiny.

Neil Armstrong was a walk in the park
compared to this.

-I still don't understand why Homer--
-Homer Roberts in this dimension

spent his adult life studying
under Dr. Percy. He adores Dr. Percy.

All right? He... he adores me.

Then, my Homer...

That Homer is dead
in a field in North Dakota.

No.

No. It can't have been for nothing.

What are you talking about?
Of course it wasn't!

The fact that we're here having
this conversation is proof that it wasn't.

We have so much to figure out.

You know,
how... many dimensions are there?

Are they infinite? Can we affect them?

Is there a perfect dimension,
and if so, how do we find it?

How do you control the jump?

Do you understand
what we're on the edge of here?

It's godlike, Prairie.

But I jumped into the darkness.

And I could've jumped into a dimension
where I was brain-damaged or dead.

You know, you...

You knew exactly where you wanted to go
and you got here.

Somehow you navigated.

Please.

Just tell me how you did it.

Okay.

Yes, Dr. Percy?

Ms. Azarova is feeling uncooperative.
She’s ready to return to her room.

Uncooperative? I'll wake Homer
up and break us both out of this prison.

And you’re not a doctor, you’re not even
a scientist, you’re a warden.

No matter what dimension you're in.

You’re clouded by the past, Prairie.

It's okay.

Maybe one day...

we’ll find a dimension
where you can see me with new eyes.

- You okay, doctor?
- Yeah.

Just watch your head.

Meals in the room.

Total isolation until she can recover
non-violent behavior.

No, no, no. Look at the clock!
He did it to himself!

You're a monster, Hap, and Homer
will see that when I expose you.

Homer!

Homer!

Homer!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Let her go!

Let her go!

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

It's okay. I'm here.

Shh!

It's okay.

Shh!

Shh!

This is gonna help you relax.

It's a very, very mild sedative.

It’s too early
to be disturbing the other patients.

Sleep is essential to their stability.

This is gonna help you get
some sleep as well.

You've forgotten.

You’ll remember.

Take her.

Have a PBR?

Can I have the cap?
I wanna know my future.

Y'all planning on a long night?

Are you a reporter?
We signed a contract, an NDA.

We get fired if we talk about CURI.

We saw you outside the parking lot,
in your orange car.

- Kind of stands out, you know?
- Yeah.

-It's always been a problem.
-So why don't you paint it?

I like the color.

Okay if I sit down?

Five of hearts. What do you think?

You'll fall in love five times.

Well, guess I still have a few left.

I'm not a reporter.

I'm a detective.
I'm looking for a missing girl.

A drummer.

No, they don't hire them that young.

Define young. No minors?

He's cute,
but I wouldn't risk my dream job.

See you tomorrow.

See you tonight.

- What happened to her?
- That's what I'm trying to find out.

Look, she copied the CURI logo
in her notes.

What goes on in there?

Just generally, giving away no secrets.

Okay, okay.
I ask, you don't have to answer.

It's not a-- It's not a sleep study,
it's a dream study.

There's something about you that makes you
a particular kind of dreamer.

You got recruited because you're good?

Does this say you're recruited?

You don't recognize this?

-Are you a mind reader or a detective?
-Listen, I just pay attention, okay?

I'm not asking you to risk your dream job,

I don't need to know any Silicon Valley
secrets, but if there is something

that you think can help me,

then please, help me.

Okay, look, there is one thing.
I just can't tell you here.

Every night,

each of us have four, maybe five dreams.

They wake us up after our REM cycle
and record us reciting the dreams.

There's a woman.
She's older, British, in a wheelchair.

She listens to our dreams.
Hundreds of them every night.

-What for?
-I don't know.

She's looking for something.

-But for what?
-I don't know.

But some dreams
are more important to her than others.

Okay, okay.

Your dream stuff, they analyze it.

How's this connected
to the disappearance of Michelle?

-You said you were gonna help.
-The woman.

Dr. Marlow Rhodes,
the one who listens to the dreams...

she disappeared.

-She quit, or she was fired?
-I think she quit.

Pierre Ruskin was in the building,

and when he found out she was gone,
he turned over a whole table of computers.

And no one has been able to find her,
not even Ruskin.

-And when was this?
-Two weeks ago.

That's when Michelle went missing.

I think Dr. Rhodes saw something
she wasn't supposed to see.

- What do you need now?
- Been trying you all morning.

-I have a life, Karim.
-I need an address for Dr. Marlow Rhodes.

-You got anything besides the name?
-Female.

Worked at CURI
until a couple of weeks ago.

What's CURI?

Pierre Ruskin’s dream factory in Oakland.

Look, someone on the inside
just gave me the name.

You on an IP case?

-Missing kid.
-Sex worker?

- Tech weirdness.
- Why am I not surprised?

-How are you, Mo?
-I’m with an author

who's about to publish a feminist text.

I'm arming all her accounts
so she doesn’t get

hacked, doxxed, terrorized, stalked...
you name it.

Right. So the usual. But how are you?

As big as a cow.

Well, here’s one for you then.

What did the sexy brown chicken
say to the sexy brown cow?

Brown-chicka-brown-cow.

Fuck you, Karim.

Where’s Eichler?
He said, "Be here at ten or else."

I don’t know. He’s off somewhere.

So, you gonna take my statement?

I’m taking my son to the Giants.

The game’s at seven. That’s eight hours.

Kid likes to catch batting practice.

Fuck!

What about the jumper?

Brain dead.

- And toxicology?
- Nope.

Yo.

I got a missing kid
who was squatting in that house.

Now, a second jumps out the window,
no one’s fucking interested?

Your kid wasn’t in that house.

We checked the last four weeks
and saw nobody.

Stop. Go slower.

-It's your little Chinese American.
-He’s Vietnamese.

My mistake.

It’s just you
and the Vietnamese gentleman.

That's it. You’re the only two
we got going into the place.

Hey, go back.

Freeze there.

Then how'd he get in there?

Pierre.

I've been trying to reach you.

I'm sorry. It’s been a difficult day.

How is Nina?

Frankly, not well. She's delusional.

She’s had a serious breakdown.

Did she go to the house by herself?

-I don't know.
-She promised me she wouldn’t.

Well, Pierre, you told me she was upset
before the episode on the ferry.

We have to face the possibility that...

-when she found out--
-It was too much for her.

-Everyone has their limits.
-I need her back.

Are you sure that's best?

Hunter.

What I’m saying is...

uh, maybe...

given her misgivings about you...

it’s fortuitous that she’s here,

where she can concentrate exclusively
on her recovery.

I see what you mean.

I'm sending you a new subject.

-Very good. We'll prep in the morning.
-Okay.

-So, I need to talk to you about Nina--
-Pierre, I have to cut you off. I'm sorry.

There's something I have to deal with
immediately. I'll call you back.

Yes. Homer, speak.

I made a mistake this morning.

I sedated Ms. Azarova because I was

worried about her disturbing
the other patients.

Okay.

I don't believe in medicating a patient
who is obviously traumatized by it.

That was your choice,
and you should have faith in yourself.

I-- I don’t like isolation as punishment.
It-- It feels penal, not medical.

Honestly, I've been more of prison guard
than a doctor the last two months.

So you're criticizing my methods?

Of course not.

Why don't you take over her treatment?

Me?

Yes. You.

Unless you have reservations.

No. No. No, it’s not that.

It’s just I assumed you’d be handling it.

Well...

Nina thinks I'm some kind of irredeemable
monster. I’m making no progress.

-She thinks that you're--
-That I’m her soulmate.

That kind of transference can be useful.

So, follow her lead.

In particular, find out how she thinks
she got here from this other dimension.

The others say
that we all arrived together.

She thinks she came some other way.

Now, that anomaly could be the key
to healing her psychosis.

There’s not a single case
of shared psychotic disorder

among complete strangers. Not one.

Until now.

Let's make history together, Dr. Roberts.

Karim! Fuck!

It's me!

Jesus fucking Christ, Mo.
Why are you sneaking up on me?

I came to fucking tell you something.

But I... I got nervous
you might have company.

So I... I was just gonna listen
at the door for a sec, but then...

I tripped because my goddamn
center of gravity is off.

Why didn’t you just call?

Okay.

First, I need some crackers. Or bread.

Your houseboat
is already making me nauseous.

"Nauseated."

Tell me you found something.

She was MI-5.

-Big data.
-Who, Rhodes?

Yeah, for over a decade.

And then in 2010
she got headhunted by--

By Pierre Ruskin.

Uh-huh.

Fourteen days ago, she left CURI.

After that, I’ve got nothing.

She must have called in some favors,
Karim, because this is a scrub.

Like the best I’ve ever seen.

No phone, no e-mail.

All day, and the only thing I got was,
like, a cache of an old Facebook page.

I don't get it. This Rhodes,
she's the only employee

higher than a fucking janitor
that’s ever left CURI,

and now it’s like she doesn’t exist.

You didn’t drag yourself and a half onto
my houseboat to tell me you got nothing.

What?

She was audited...

in 2013.

You hacked the IRS?

You hacked the fucking IRS?

-Help me up.
-Jesus Christ, Mo.

Oh, God.

What did the prostitute say to the sailor?
Hmm?

You didn’t get this from me.

I still don't have her address, but most
of her receipts are from this bookstore.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh!

You okay?

She's kicking. You wanna feel?

Homer.

Wake up, Homer. Wake up, Homer.

Wake up.

Ms. Azarova?

Ms. Azarova, you're already late
for therapy session with Dr. Roberts.

With Homer?

-Therapy?
-It's right here on your chart.

Does Hap watch these sessions?

Hap?

Dr. Percy.

Hunter Aloysius Percy. H-A-P, Hap--

What he called himself,
what we called him in...

before.

Our sessions are confidential.

Unless you tell me
you intend to commit a crime

that I have to report by law.

What if someone else has committed
a crime? Multiple crimes.

I mean, if it’s in the past,
it remains confidential.

Hap told me how he got you all here.

We were in a field.

He injected all of us with poison.
He forced us to do the movements.

We woke in the rec room
to the carbon monoxide alarm blaring.

You’re just repeating the story
the others told you.

That Scott and Renata told me.

Yes. I like Scott.

But... he almost killed Dr. Percy
that day.

Doesn’t it seem strange to you
that they both remember the same thing?

No. I find it stranger that you don’t.

That your version of arrival
to this dimension is unique from theirs.

Why do you think that is?

Hap told you to ask me that...
didn’t he?

He’s using you.

Just like he used you to trap Renata.

Only now, you’re not even aware
you’re his pawn.

You avoided my question.

You said Scott and Renata told you.
What about Rachel?

Is her memory also unique?

Rachel can’t speak.

-What do you mean she can't speak?
-Aphasia.

She can’t form or understand words.

Brain damage from a car accident
that she had as a teenager.

So she doesn’t... sing?

I’ve been trying to teach her
sign language, but it’s challenging.

In group she can nod in agreement.

Anything more complicated than that
is beyond her.

She used to sing for us all the time.

Ah, do you remember this?

-You mean jumping jacks?
-Yeah.

Stand up, try them.
Maybe it will feel familiar to your body.

It would.

It would feel very familiar to me.

-I played football in college, but...
-Football!

-...I don’t think that--
-You had your NDE on a football field.

How... how could I know that
if I don't know you?

I had an NDE?

Yeah.

A Near-Death Experience.

I’ve never had one of those.

It’s natural to be preoccupied with death
when you lose someone close.

Your father passed away recently,
didn’t he?

No. I lost my father when I was eight.

He sent me to America
because a Russian mob was after him.

Nina only lost her father
a few months ago.

She was lucky.

This distinction you’re making,

it highlights an aspect of your story
that I hadn’t considered.

-Where is Nina?
-I don't know. What do you mean?

You say that your consciousness,
yours and Hap's,

traveled to this dimension
into these bodies.

Okay. Let’s say we accept that as fact.

-What happened to Nina and Dr. Percy?
-I don’t care

what happened to Nina and Dr. Percy.

I want you to see me.

Remember me.

Not as some therapy thought experiment--

-This is not a thought experiment.
-Homer...

I want you to remember that
we spent seven years under the ground.

That we used to piss and shit

and drink and bathe from the same stream.

That our clothes were like dish rags
and we were cold all the time,

and the only thing we could touch
was glass.

But you loved me.

I asked you to believe
in impossible things.

You never once looked at me
like I was crazy.

That is why I cannot give up on you.

I will not give up on you.

Oh, my God.

That’s you up there.

What?

NDEs take you into the future.

You said in your NDE that the tunnel
was actually the crawl-space of a ceiling,

and there were pipes everywhere.

That’s you up there!

-That's me?
-Yes.

-Up there, right now in the ceiling?
-Yes!

Nothing up here. See?

You described that exact moment to me.

You said that a hand
was reaching out to grab you.

We just didn’t know
that the hand was your own.

We have to stop for today.

Please, don’t send me back to the cell.
Please, let me be with my friends.

After your recent episodes, we can’t
release you into the general population.

I wasn’t violent today, was I?

-Nina, one day isn’t--
-Please.

I’m so lonely.

Dr. Roberts, sorry to interrupt.

A patient in his underwear and a pink coat
is running around the halls.

He’s pretty fast. Diego can’t catch him.

Also... we got a bit
of a plumbing issue happening.

Wait, wait! You don’t understand
what’s happening out there right now.

I’m sorry, Nina. I wish I could let you
socialize with the others.

But I have to think of everybody’s safety
and well-being.

Stay with Ms. Azarova
while I sort this out.

Hello?

Anybody here?

- Hello.
- Hi.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

Um, I’ve been staying
with a friend up here.

I wanted to get her a little thank you.
I know this is her favorite store.

-It is?
-Uh-huh.

-Who is she?
-Marlow Rhodes.

-Ah. Of course.
-Great. What do you recommend?

Oh, well, there are several ways to go
with Dr. Rhodes.

Speculative fiction is always good,
although recently, an odd turn to memoir.

Please tell me you deliver. I gotta
be back in Oakland in three hours.

-You’ll never make it.
-That’s what I told them.

We deliver to her all the time.

It’s difficult for her
in the rainy season.

As soon as Anna gets back,
I’ll have her run it out there to her.

How about this, Parable of the Sower?
It's a classic.

-It's perfect.
-I'll ring you up at the register.

What's your name?

Prairie.

Prairie.

He said,

"I'm your friend.

And my name is...

Homer."

Hey, Darmi.

Hey.

Have you seen Dr. Percy?
Is he in his office?

No.

Do me a favor.

Let’s release Nina Azarova into
the general population for rec room hours.

Didn’t Dr. Percy put a hold
on that patient?

He did.
He also put me in charge of her care.

-I take full responsibility.
-Hmm.

Straight ahead.

Renata?

How do you know my name?

You don't recognize me?

Do you...

Where am I from?

Cuba. You were in Havana
until Hap kidnapped you.

Oh, yeah.

I remember that story, too.

But it is a lie.

A delusion.

My family immigrated to Miami
when I was 12.

You're crazy.

Keep away from me!

You're so...

Clean.

Healthy.

My body at least.

We’ve never touched.

You’re so much tinier than I thought.

I'm sorry.

Don’t take Renata personal.

Dr. Roberts has her convinced everything
that happened to us before

is a crazy part of her brain talking.

That's a worse cage
than the last one Hap had us in.

But we’re alive.

Together.

We're gonna get out of here, all of us.

How did you get here?

The boys.

And Betty.

Betty Broderick Allen. We called her BBA.

I told them everything.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Marlow Rhodes?

You are not with Ruskin.

And you are not police.

My name is Karim Washington.
I’m a private investigator.

I’m looking into the disappearance
of a teenage girl,

Michelle Vu.

Look, I got one kid missing
and another brain dead.

They're both obsessively playing a game
that led me to CURI.

You quit, you left CURI

right about the same time
Michelle stopped texting her grandma.

Look, I think this game lures these kids
to CURI and after that...

I don’t know. But I suspect you do,
and I suspect that’s why you quit.

Either you had something to do with this,
or you found out and couldn’t stomach it.

So which is it?
Guilty party or moral defector?

I went through 20 of these drones
before I got it right, Mr. Washington.

Crows, you know, defend their nests
with numbers.

If a threat enters the area,
the whole murder will descend.

Ten, twenty, thirty will unite
and torment and circle and swoop.

Tear a drone apart.

But when you learn to fly
just like a crow...

the crows stop attacking.

If I did speak about CURI,

it would be violating
the terms of my departure.

And Pierre Ruskin is not a man
I’m willing to cross.

I’m sorry, Mr. Washington,

that you have come all the way up here,
but I cannot help you.

You know, I was an agent at the FBI.

Five years of fieldwork.

I was undercover in Muslim communities
all across America.

I was searching for radicals.

You know what I found
in those young men, Dr. Rhodes?

They’d do almost anything
to be liked by me.

You know, me,
who had taken an interest in them,

called and texted them, listened to them,

drove around with them...

went to Friday prayers with them.

You know, when it came time for them

to pick up arms or learn to build a bomb,
they did it.

And we arrested them.

But I’m telling you not one of them

knew anything about guns or bombs
before they met me.

All right? I taught them all of that.

I too signed a non-disclosure agreement
when I left the Bureau.

I... too have broken
no constitutional laws.

But I have violated larger moral ones.

There aren’t many chances to atone,
Dr. Rhodes. I’m offering you one.

Perhaps you will help me
retrieve my aircraft, Mr. Washington.

Nothing happened
the way I imagined it would.

But they did the movements there
in the cafeteria that day

-and now I’m here with you.
-I still don’t understand.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns
in all the world,

how the hell did you walk into ours?

Hap asked me the same thing.

I just thought of Homer.

I mean, if I’m here,
it’s because he's here, too.

We just have to figure out a way
to wake him up.

The first few weeks we were here,
I thought the same thing.

But the harder I tried to reach Homer,
the harder Dr. Roberts tried to fix me.

Yeah, but look at that tank.

Remember? In Homer's NDE,

he said that he ate a sea anemone
from a five-sided tank.

I think we're inside the dimension
of Homer's NDE.

He's watching us now, isn't he?

Behind the glass.

What if instead of trying
to wake up Homer,

we try to expose Hap?

If Homer could see
who Dr. Percy really is,

it'd shatter his delusion,
we could all get outta here.

She’s been in the lab.

Hap forces her to help. God knows
what the fuck he’s got going on in there.

You’ve seen what he’s working on.

Could you draw it?

OA, she can’t.

She can't.

Not with words or letters or symbols.

It's okay.

Okay.

What’s a way to talk without words?

Overlap specialist,
it refers to dream overlap,

and that’s why Ruskin hired me,
to find the patterns in their dreams.

What's this gotta do with Michelle?

That has everything to do with it,
Mr. Washington.

See, CURI was based on a graduate thesis

written by a Russian student
at the Sorbonne

about a mystical phenomenon
in Germany in the 1920s,

where a few dozen psychoanalysts

discovered their patients
were dreaming the same dream.

The rivers of Berlin
running red with blood,

men in black shirts, paired snakes.

I mean, this was a decade
before the Nazis.

And this really happened?

Books have been published on it.

Yeah, they had nightmares about a war
and then there was a war.

There’s always a war.

There’s a river of blood right now,
whether someone’s dreaming of it or not.

I knew someone would eventually find me.

And I'm glad it's you.

But they did dream it, Mr. Washington.

And it did happen exactly as they’d seen.

See, it was Ruskin’s idea
to use the same methods

to harness the predictive power
of the "group-liminal" mind.

And that’s how he came up with this game?
Through dreams?

No, you designed the game and then
when it started luring children, you quit?

No, Mr. Washington. The...
the game is not a product of CURI at all.

I did quit because the project crossed
a line, but it was not a moral one.

What's that supposed to mean?

There is a boundary
that must be respected.

I quit because Ruskin crossed
that boundary.

Hey, and what boundary is that?

If something from the waking world
enters a dream,

it's natural.

If something from a dream
enters the waking world...

well, that is unnatural.

I certainly can’t get that.

I’m not wearing a wire.

There are no precautions
satisfactory enough for

what I’m about to tell you next.

Uh, Boardwalk hotel!

Um, the clinic? Here? The clinic?

A house?

Yes?

A house. Okay.

A house.

Um...

-People?
-Rainbow. Rainbow cellars.

-Skittles! Taste the rainbow!
-Children!

Teenagers!

Teenagers? Yes?

A house and teenagers.

Okay. Yeah.

Colonialism!

Uh, th... the world? This dimension?

It's a map.

It's a map.

Hap’s building an inter-dimensional map.

- Dr. Percy, you're back.
- Good afternoon.

Ms. Azarova's out of her room.
Where is she?

Look. Rachel's figured out
how to communicate.

Okay. Uh...

-A flower?
-A flower. A garden?

- A greenhouse?
- Light.

A plant?

-Leaves?
-A tulip!

Stop!

Stop it now!

A house, children, a map--

I want this group broken up here!

These three, take back to their rooms.
No contact between them whatsoever!

I want Ms. Azarova back in isolation!

- Dr. Percy, the system is--
- Not now!

Why is he so afraid of us
if we’re just patients, huh? Huh?

Hap, you’ll never get
to wherever it is you want to go.

None of us will move with you
or for you ever again. We’d rather die!

Thank you, Ms. Azarova.

Okay. Sorry, everybody.

Carry on.

Okay.

No wire.

Here's your aircraft.

Take this.

The dreams we collect
are like any large sampling of data.

At first, it's just noise.

Each dreamer undergoes four
extended REM sessions per shift.

That’s over 400 dreams
to process every day.

No single set would make much sense,

but over a few months,
mining thousands of dreams,

translating the words into images,
definite patterns emerge.

I dreamt I was crawling down
a long tunnel.

It was a double-sided staircase.

Last year,
a new pattern began to show itself.

In a weekly set of 2,000 dreams,

the same three images began to appear
at a rate just above coincidence.

A week later, so many women
were dreaming the same three things

that the coincidence part was gone.

The details of the dreams
were very different,

but in each,
the same three things emerged:

A tunnel the size of a coffin;

a curved, double-sided staircase,

and a rose stained-glass window.

I mean, there are millions

of each of these things
in buildings all over the world.

But there is only one building,

one building in the whole world
which contains all three.

A house in San Francisco.

On Nob Hill.

CURI was how Ruskin found
ridesharing, blockchain.

Both were cryptic at first,
but made sense once analyzed.

The house, though...

...I don’t know
what that house is or what it does.

I don’t think anyone does.

The game was designed to lure them to it.

To prepare them for it.

To help Ruskin figure out what it is.

That's... all I know.

I've been inside that house. It’s...

it's just a regular old house.

Then you have not really been
inside that house.

Window.

Staircase.

Where the fuck is this tunnel?

- Mo.
- I found it,

but it took some serious digging.

The house, 9783 Sutter,

it’s not Ruskin’s
but owned by a Russian trust.

That trust belongs to a woman
named Nina Azarova.

And I don’t like this one, Karim.

Russian trusts? MI-5?

Can I ask you to just...
you know, walk away?

Karim? Karim, you there?

Mo.

Yeah?

Can you find her address for me?
Nina Azarova?

That’s what you gave me.

No, where she lives.
Can you find out where she lives?

Wait. What the fuck?

Nina Azarova...

has been committed.

You mean, committed to,
like, a mental hospital?

A clinic.

On Treasure Island.

All right. Thank you, Mo.

Mr. Ruskin wants you to know

it's been 60 hours
since the subject was in the house.

I can see them.

I can hear them.

Forty-seven selves.
Don't stare at the staircase.

There's a seed inside every brain.

And somehow the house awakens it.

Here she comes.

Come on.

It's remarkable, isn't it?

Every time.

You can't handle
what's behind that door, Rachel,

and I can't trust you after today.

Please sterilize these for me,
Rachel.

Thank you.

She was disoriented. It's understandable.

She's insisting on playing out
the same drama.

I don't know how anybody who's been
through the experience we had together

can be blinded by such pettiness.

Imagine, Rachel, traveling to a dimension

where you never had a car crash,

where you had your voice back,

or you sang in Carnegie Hall.

We can’t be destined to play out
the same roles forever.

There comes a time
when we have to go further

than what's just right in front of us.

It's the spirit of exploration.
I remember we used to have that spirit.

She probably still does
somewhere in there.

Reawaken!

Imagination.

Rachel, I need you
to understand something.

What you saw in there is one
of the greatest scientific achievements--

Rachel?

Rachel?

Michelle!

Michelle,
you left the front door open again!

My name's not Michelle. It's Buck!