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Well, I got a long drive, and
it's dark as hell where I am.

Perfect for Halloween.

Happy Halloween, all you
spooks and kooks out there.

Welcome to 99.7 Gross FM.

I'm your ghost of a
host, DJ Trick or Treat.

Tonight I have in store
for you a world of mayhem,

a frequency of
fantastic madness.

It's All Hallows Eve
so get your pumpkin out

and prepare yourself for the
weird, the bizarre, the wicked.

It's all in good fun.

Just sit back, play
nice, and don't get dead.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

If you can hear me,
just move your eyes.

There you are.

It's OK, honey.

You've been in an accident.

You were badly injured.

Your neck and back both
sustained heavy damage.

You won't be able to
move or speak for a while.

This is a top-notch
hospital, and our doctor

is going to take
good care of you.

Just relax as best as you
can, and we'll handle the rest.

Shit!

Eric Hobson,
diagnosed with insomnia

and chronic stage
four Pavornachtornis.

Night terrors.

Vicious little afflictions.

They're very rare for
someone your age.

My operation here is a small
cog in a much larger machine.

You see, I believe that
sleep research is the past.

And what Dr. Eden and I are
working on here is the future.

Our focus is on dreams.

Dreams are humanity's
last great mystery.

Ancient Egyptians thought of

them as a gateway
to the afterlife.

The Mayas interpreted
them as messages of the gods,

Native Americans as a way to
commune with the great spirits.

What about you, Eric?

What do you think dreams are?

Scary.

There is a small tribe in
the mountains of Malaysia,

the Senoi.

They have a
unique cultural trait.

They worship dreams.

The Senoi learn to
awake within their dreams.

They become
conscious while their

physical bodies remain asleep.

Once the mind knows
that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a
passive observer.

The phenomenon
is called lucidity.

Modern science hasn't
been able to fully explain it,

but I assure you,
it's well-documented.

It's real.

What does this
have to do with me?

Eric, I think that you
are the ideal test subject

for a new pharmaceutical
that Dr. Eden is developing

for Erebus Labs.

We call it Trypto.

What would you say if I told
you that Trypto is designed

to induce lucidity at will?

What's the catch?

There is a small catch.

Trypto has never
actually been administered

to a human subject before.

How do you know it's
not going to fry my brain?

No.

We've run hundreds
of computer simulations.

Trypto is totally safe.

Comforting.

So now you need a human lab now?

No, no, no.
It's not like that.

We want to cure you, OK?
What do you say?

Eric, wait.

Think. You get to end
your bad dreams, OK?

And we get our data.
It's a win-win for everyone.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Eric. Eric. Eric, come on.

You're walking out on a
great opportunity here, man.

Shit.

We needed him.

If we don't get results soon,
they're going to shut us down.

The darkness which
lurks within a man's heart

is but a shadow of that
which lies within his mind.

Great. Maybe we can
work on a pill for that next.

Once the mind knows
that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a
passive observer.

It can control the dream,
shape its outcome.

You get to end your bad dreams.

We get our data.

It's a win-win for
everyone, kiddo.

Alpha patterns
are in a good range.

Everything appears
to be working.

Anything?

Well, the brain activity is
within normal parameters.

It's exactly like we
saw in the simulation.

Trypto should be kicking
in at any moment now.

Now, now, now...

Come over here.

His heart rate is rising.

Got it.

Alpha patterns are spiking too.

Whatever's going on in there
must be getting pretty intense.

Master Latonia, it's failing.

Help me hold him down.
- He's becoming unstable.

Did we get the data we need?
- Not yet.

OK.

What is going on?
Are you seeing this?

These readings aren't
making any sense.

Shit. He dropped
out of lucidity.

No, no, no, no, no.
His body's going into shock.

Shit. He stopped breathing.

Give him more Trypto.
Trypto could kill him.

He won't be able to
separate a dream from reality.

We need to make him lucid again.

Just do it.
- If he dies in the dream.

he will die.

Get me out of here!

Get me out!

It works.

Welcome back.

I knew you'd make it.

I told you.

Win-win.

Now get some
quality sleep, kiddo.

You earned it.

Eric, Eric, Eric, wake up.

Wake up.
- He's in a coma.

I'm calling an ambulance.

We need to get him to
a hospital immediately.

What? No. Are you out
of your fucking mind?

What we need to do is clean up

and get the hell out
of here right now.

Do you have any idea of
the trouble we could get into

if anyone finds out about this?

You got everything? Huh?
- Everything is here.

I'll see you at the
office in the morning.

Jackie, hey, it's me.

I need you to go to the
office, get on my computer,

and delete anything
related to Eric Hobson.

Yes, I know it's late.

I need you to go do it now.

Do you like your job, or would
you rather be unemployed?

Huh?

Well, then get off your fat
ass and get down to my office.

(engine revs)
(fast, pounding music)

(woman panting)

- Hey.

Burn in hell bitch!

Hello?

- Hi, I'm Interpreter
990 with a call for you

from a deaf person.

- Yes.

- Do you mind holding while
she comes back to the call?

- Sure.

- [Jake] Help me! Help.

Help me, please!

Help me, help me!

- Shh!

God damn't. I use
my hands for work.

- [Interpreter]
Nosebleed, sorry.

Oh my god. Oh my god.
- [Interpreter] Hi.

Thanks for being so patient.

It's Jacobina, Dad.

Dad? Dad?
- [Interpreter] Surprise!

I bet you didn't
expect to hear from me.

- I'm not your
dad, you've got it wrong.

- It's the only way
that I could talk to you.

It's a nuisance, but
kinda cool, you think?

Shit, Dad, you didn't know
I had a voice left, did you?

Or a brain.

After how much you bounced
me around with your fists.

- Help!

Help me!

- Perfect.

Now we can have
a real conversation

now that you've
shut the fuck up.

- I don't know you from
Eve, you...stupid bitch.

- I hope you're
listening closely, Dad.

I have something
important to say.

Dad.

It's a funny word.

Did I ever call you that?

What a waste.

Well, too bad.

I have a new father now.

A heavenly father.

He speaks to me.

Yeah, we have a
personal relationship.

He had some pretty bad
things to say about you.

And it's true.

He loves us all, but
you're not his finest work.

He says

you're his lost son.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

Prodigal,

except he knows you're
never coming back.

You're done.

I mean how could he trust
you after what you did?

You destroyed your wife.

You ruined everything
he gave you.

I was just

a little girl

when you beat the
hearing person out of me.

How could you be
so undisciplined?

Oh, my god!

Oh

I haven't even told
you why I called.

No wonder you're so confused.

So quiet. - You can write
notes and I'll read 'em.

Write as many as you want.

- Geez.

Oh, okay.

Here we go.

History time.

Listen up, fucker.

Hammurabi.

You heard of it?

It's an ancient legal code
created by a brilliant king.

We had a perfect justice
system if you can believe it.

Way before our
modern spineless courts.

Hammurabi's law is
easy to understand.

It's eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth.

You thought he'd forgive you.

No.

Dumb ass.

My father is opposite
you in every way

except he's angry

just like you

Very angry.

It torments him.
It keeps him up at night,

dwelling on visions
of your suffering.

- I'll be good.

- Future generations
must be protected from you.

But don't worry, he
told me what to do.

Yes.

It's all on me now.

I love my father.

So I'm going to make
his dream come true.

- Help me!

Somebody, please!

- Hi, sir?

Can you hear me?

- No, no.

No, don't do this.
You're not thinking clearly.

Listen, please.

Just let me go, and
I won't tell anybody

I promise, God, Please.

You can write notes,
and I'll read 'em.

Seriously now.

I'll do whatever you...

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm a human being.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Jacobina.

You're nothing.

Just like your mother.

No! No!

No!

- Hey, Sandy.
- Yeah?

- I need your help here.

What, what's the problem?

- I can never get these opened.

- Oh.

- Ah.

Mm.

I'm not hungry.

Listen to your mother.

If you don't finish your dinner,

you don't get to
throw the beans.

I don't care.

What? But you love
throwing the beans.

We do this every Setsubun.

Whatever.

Yeah, and how else
are you going to cast out

the evil spirits
for the new year?

I've never seen an evil spirit.

That's because
they're all hiding.

It could be anywhere.

There's different
kinds of evil spirits.

Or anyone.

You can never trust a bakemono.

If you leave your food out,
they'll come and take it away.

Really?

Bakemono don't
have lovely parents

who cook them
delicious meals like I do.

They have mean parents who
make them go to bed hungry.

Poor bakemono.

They never did anything to me.

Why can't they live with us?

They can have my leftovers!

You made too much!
Let the bakemono eat!

We don't invite
demons into this house!

Cast them out!

But it's cold, they'll freeze!

Say it, or you'll
go straight to bed.

Ayumi-chan! Now!

Ugh!

This rice is a
gift, just for you.

Bakemono, I brought you more.

Are you hungry?

Wait one second.

More!

Ayumi?

Ayumi?

Good morning, mother.
I'm ready for breakfast.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

I should have listened to
you and finished my dinner,

but I'm ready for your
delicious cooking now.

That's great.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Good morning, father!
Mother is making us breakfast.

I'm so very hungry.

Well someone slept well.

I'm so hungry.

Yeah, I can see that.

Here's some fruit to start,

and I have eggs
and coffee coming up.

Thanks so much.
- May I have some toast please?

Ayumi-chan?

Ayumi-chan?!

...Ayumi-chan?

My Ma once told
me a Chinese myth

about a man and his
mother who lost her soul.

The man went to
unimaginable lengths

to save her from
the cruelest hell.

Iron spikes dabbed, his
mother's emaciated body.

My obedient son, she pleaded,

but in all of his attempts,
he still could not free her.

In agony, he
choked on his tears.

Mya Ma was a cook and a cleaner.

One day, she took me to work.

I'll never forget those hungry

ghosts as real as me and you.

My grandma was
given a supernatural gift,

cleansing spirits
trapped in an abyss,

performing ancient
rituals with recipes

for wandering souls
hanged with hunger

they could never satiate.

They begged for
her mystical food.

And after that day,

I knew her story
wasn't just a myth.

That was true.

And the gift she's passing
to me isn't a gift at all.

It's a fucking curse.

I heard my gun parts.

I got five on the board,
five all day, it's fire.

Got it, five fired.

Kai, fire ox tail, leave
15 coquettas, call it back.

15, chef.

And just because
you're new doesn't mean

you can't keep up with
these pigs, all right?

No dead plates.

No dead plates, chefs.

No dead plates.

No dead plates.

Ryan, fuck, I need
you to plate fast, dude.

We got this times critic on 10.

You need to get this shit out.
- Yes, chef.

- Pass it in front, man.
- Thank you, chef.

Nico, hands now.

When you're out there, you
calm your ass down, okay?

These people are
paying 500 stacks a seat

for an elevated experience,
not fucking track and field.

You button that fucking top
button when you get out there.

Go, go, get out.

Get the fucking kid.

Chef, the two six tops and
five still needs to get cleared.

I'm in the weeds.

Don't be a little
bitch, pop an adderall.

I left you a line
in the bathroom.

I'm sorry, you're
gonna have to leave.

Ooh, that one's like a rope.

You shouldn't be wearing that.

Why, he said a
bracelet was fine.

It's red.

I like red.

We're in the seventh lunar
month when hell is open.

The color red
attracts hungry ghosts.

So it's like a
Chinese thing or...

Just put it away, please.

Ooh, okay, mom.

Can't, I'm at work,
be home soon.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

Put your panties up,
ladies, back to work.

Ryan, where's the
fucking roll, man?

On it, chef.

- Is this your knife?
- Yes, chef.

- You sharpen this yourself?
- Yes, chef.

It's fucking dull.

How do you expect
to get your surface

with a goddamn butter knife?

I'll sharpen it before
the next seating, chef.

It's too much kick.

Dial back the
salt, hit it with zest.

It's not supposed to
taste the way you like it.

It's supposed to
taste the way I like it.

That's what people pay for.

Of course.

Clean your
palate, fire it again.

Sorry, chef.

Ryan, if this is how you
wipe down your station,

I'd hate to see your asshole.

Sorry, chef.

All right, Pete, Ryan.

You have 15 all day.

15.

Kai, fire 16.

You mean 15, chef?

The fuck did you just say?

Sorry, chef, I
was just clarifying.

Come here.

Kai, what school did you go to?

Culinary Academy.

Okay, I'll be sure
to call timelines

and ask for your 30K year
back since you've forgotten

this fucking important
rule of the kitchen.

Don't ever fucking
question your chef.

As long as you're flying
under the board and banner,

I need a fucking dog.

Yes, chef.

Sorry, chef.

Embarrassed or is that
just your region, Guelph?

Well, grown is balanced.

All right, I'm gonna go
visit my VIPs at table five.

Get the fuck out of
my way, live close.

Corner.

Corner.

(eerie music)

Oh my God.

Weird fucking energy tonight.

You know, too?

Yeah.

In table five, this is a
fucking intense couple.

There's something
so awful about the guy.

I keep patching him just
like staring into the kitchen,

like, I don't know.

Like he's just seen a ghost?

Exactly.

Her diamond was five
flawless carrots though,

so I'm expecting a fat tip.

You gotta go.

(eerie music)

Kai, what the fuck?

Why are the dishes
coming out fucking frozen?

But chef, you checked them.

Fuck!

It's all cold as a rich bitch.

Julie vouched for you.

Top of your class,
fucking bullshit.

Get your fucking knives.

Go to the walk-in, do inventory.

I don't give a fuck.

Just stay out of my
motherfucking face

so I can do your job better.

Get the fuck outta here.

I told you, now's
not a good time.

I'll come home soon.

Kai, it's Ama.

She's gone.

You know how much
she cared for you.

How much she's taught you.

It's your time.

Hey!

Hey, I'm in here!

Open the door!

You're not my Ama.

What do you want from me?

My Ama is gone.

Then the gift she
left me is a curse.

I have to feed them now.

No!

No! Stop it!

That's alright. Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Okay, on the count
of three, okay?

Thirty. I need more time.

Okay, sorry.

Thank you.

Get her tied up.

(gasping)

Hey big guy, what'd you see?

Fuck off.

Next round.

Hey guys, I can see a cage.

I can see an exit with
a key card we're doing.

No.

Leave me.

Nobody is dying.

Room 22, we're
almost at the end.

Five, four...

Three, two, one.

Lights out in five minutes.

Come on.

Lights out.

Only one, if you may
proceed, please choose.

Next round.

Commencing in five,

four, three, two, one.