All language subtitles for CAP 1+2; Something is Buried in Bethlehem ⁄ Night Terrors

We have discovered a
deeper stage of sleep...

it allows us to travel into your dreams...

as you descend focus on my voice.

We will be with you in your dreams.

Ben?

I know.

Come on.
It's just up ahead.

We should head back.
I don't want to go any further.

- I mean it!
- You just think you do.

Deep down you're quivering
with curiosity.

Come on.

- Nathan wants us back. - Nathan
is not in the driver's seat.

You brought us down here.
And you know why.

It's locked, anyway.

- Come on.
- No.

- Just one look.
- I can't. - Sure you can.

Come out of the dream any faster,
you'll be looking at permanent

cortical damage. Is a little caution
out of the question?

Caution's for amateurs.

Guess you were serious
about gettin' out of there, huh?

Kate, that sound. That wasn't
like anything that I ever...

What was that?

Water was a nice touch, though?

It's micro-seizure. It'll pass.
But the cumulative effects of...

Forget about that.
Let's just focus on what happened.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm just a little cold.

Your body temp's two degrees
below normal.

Take it easy on the underwater
schemas, will ya?

Every time I travelled
into your dream,

you blocked the way
into that mineshaft.

You've never been able to face
what happened down there.

- When you opened the door.
- Which I couldn't have done alone.

A part of you let me do that.
The point is...

You don't know what the point is.

- We had a break-through. - The door
was put there for a reason.

- You tried to force her through it.
- His instincts were right.

You got caught up
in his sense of adventure.

We got caught up in discovery.

You're pissed because we deviated
from your damn protocol.

Before extending boundaries,
think it over.

Don't lecture me about boundaries.
I helped you created them.

You should try respecting
them for a change.

He's thinking about McCaig.

He doesn't want a repeat
of Stanford.

Why don't you say it in English,
Kate? He's scared.

Jason!

Dr. Bradford, thank you.

You achieved the rank of major
at thirty-one?

I always thought I'd make
the Air Force my life.

Distinguished Service Cross
for your tour in Kuwait.

And I plowed an eighteen
million dollar F-16 into the desert.

They're touchy
about stuff like that.

Before the accident, I started
having hallucinations. Nightmares.

Afterwards, things got worse.

I came down with fevers.
Respiratory problem.

I thought it was Gulf War Syndrome.

The Air Force doctors say your
symptoms aren't consistent with GWS.

You're anemic.
Elevated white cell count.

Think this guy's stressed? The
machine just asked for a Prozac.

Scleroderma has been ruled out.

They think
you've an auto-immune disease.

You tried steroids
and immuno-suppressive regimens.

I've tried everything.

They told me
I only have a few weeks left.

My own body's trying to kill me.
Nobody can tell me why!

Michael Engleberg from the V.A.
Called me about you, a month ago.

I don't have a clue as to what any
of this has to do with my dreams.

Dreams can manifest themselves
in the waking world,

as tangible, physiological signs
and symptoms.

We've seen cases where they've
caused blindness, even paralysis.

- You're saying my dreams
are killing me? - It's possible.

Take us back to the accident.
Tell us exactly what happened.

There was something
in the cockpit with me.

It's almost human...
But it has no face.

It's... just a...

shadow there.

- A shadow?
- No, it's... it's solid. It's real.

But this shadow is still
following you, isn't it?

Even when I'm awake, now.

And how does it appear?

Usually in reflections.

Did you suffer any kind of trauma
growing up? Any abuse?

No.

- But your childhood wasn't
completely happy? - Whose was?

Your parents still alive, Ben?

Dad died when I was about four.
My mother about six months ago.

Look, I've got nowhere else to turn.

I could care less about my career,
flying. I know that's over.

I got a wife and son.

I know what it's like growing up
without a father.

And I don't want my son
to have to go through that.

Well, maybe you won't have to.

We'll start in an hour.

So, you're sort of a dream
interpreter?

My background's in psychology,
cross cultural mythology.

You see, dreams are filled
with symbols, and archetypes.

- And my job's to make sense
of them. - Hope you're good at it.

My father used to tell me
stories about the Dreamtime.

How the Aborigines believed
that our dream lives

were more real
than our waking world.

By the time I got to Stanford
I was hooked.

We all met there,
and studied under Nathan.

- When he was let go, we jumped
at the chance. - Why was he let go?

He frightened them.

So... what happened to her?

She was in a car accident.

Coma.

- Did you ever wonder what her
dreams are about? - All the time.

Steve Turner, Ben Costigan.

He helps Nathan develop
most of what you see here.

- But don't expect him to admit
that. How you doing? - Hi.

Hey, Vince Konefke,
polysomnograph technician.

- This all looks complicated.
- To a pilot?

We all have our arenas of expertise.
I don't know how a stapler works.

Let me boil it down.

The technology's based
on electromagnetic fields.

See, dreaming is a neuromagnetic
process.

Every image or action in your dreams
produces an electrical dipole.

An impulse in your brain,
just like in the waking world.

Now, we can monitor
those signals with the MEG.

Magnetoencephalogram.
That's this doo-hickey here.

It works on the same principle
as an EEG,

in that it measures
brain wave activity.

But it's a hell of a lot
more sensitive. So, hop on in.

Go ahead.

The trick is synching up the other
dreamers' cerebral magnetic fields

with yours.
And once that's accomplished,

they're affectively dreaming
the same things you are.

The key to this is recreating your
nightmare by inducing hyper-REM.

It's a deeper,
more stable sleep stage than REM.

That allows us to communicate
with you, without waking you up.

But there are also risks.

- Psychogenitive side effects.
- No pain, no gain.

As you descend through
the sleep stages,

I'll use hypnotic induction
to guide you.

But once you do arrive
in the nightmare,

you will have to direct the course
of events, through lucid dreaming.

That's being aware of the fact you
are dreaming, while you're dreaming.

How do I become aware?

There are cues that
you can observe on your own.

Words and writing
tend to appear garbled.

- Clocks might run-backwards. - That
happens to me after a few beers.

If you don't control the dream,
you can put Kate and Steve at risk.

Because whatever threatens you,
threatens them.

- But it's my dream.
- Not anymore.

Now, up to a certain depth
threshold,

you need to communicate something
back. You can do that through Kate,

who will use a form
of sign language.

The data-glove translates my
hand movements into written words.

What happens
if we go beyond the threshold?

We have fail-safes
for pulling you out.

Yeah, but don't worry about that.
We respect our boundaries.

You get off on this, don't you?

Ben, you're descending through the
sleep stages. Entering Stage Four.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
we have hyper-REM. - Okay.

Ben, you're on the train.

On the count of three we're gonna be
synching you up with Kate and Steve.

One, two, three.

Synchronizing
forty-Hertz binding rhythms.

Where's Ben?

Kate. Stop. Stop.

Next week, I start cutting out fats.

Ben's heartbeat.
He's in here, somewhere.

I'm worried.
Coherence is deteriorating.

Ben's MEG profile is falling
out of synch with theirs.

Kate, can you hear me?

Are you in touch with Costigan?

If it's Costigan's dream,
why would he disappear?

Well, he wouldn't.
Unless he's not in control.

Janus. The Roman god
of past and future.

Okay, now I'm panicked.
Costigan's MEG profile is diverging.

Something's trying
to lure them apart.

Where are you now, Kate?

I don't like it. Turn back.

Kate, this is triage
we're talking about.

If Nathan was to play it safe,
fine. Let him do it on his time.

Ben doesn't have that much left.

Besides, I want to check out
that Shadow up close and personal.

Don't you?

Kate, your messages are breaking up.
I want you out of there, now.

- They're too far out of range.
- Idiot.

- Steve'll make sure they're
all right. - Not Steve. Me.

If you'd told them to come back,
he might've listened.

Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to endless night.

Nevur?

Do you think Ben's down here
somewhere?

What the hell are you doing?

When I was a kid
we used to play this game.

If you looked in the mirror too long
by candlelight,

you'd see the boogeyman
staring back over your shoulder.

- So? - So, the Shadow travels
through reflections, right?

If we can't go to it,
we should just make it come to us.

We'll use the Shadow
to lead us to Ben.

Just keep looking.

Good idea, bad execution.

- Cyanotic.
- Vital signs are stable.

Lisa! Crash cart!
Two ccs! Get the 02 and mask!

He's suffocating!
Sixty over palp... dropping!

- He's in v-tach!
- What? Forget it...

Charging. Come on.

Come on.

He once told me there were two words
he never wanted in his obituary:

"Natural causes".

He tried to save me.

He's gonna be surfin'
by the end of the week.

He's critical. Heart failure.

Rhythm and wedge pressure have
normalized, but he's hypotensive.

Whatever happened
scared him to death.

- The biggest concern right now
is ARDS. - Is he gonna make it?

Haven't we learned anything?

This is Stanford all over again.

This has nothing to do
with McCaig.

We were responsible then
and we're responsible now!

Steve knew the risks involved.
He helped create the technology.

And now he's a victim of it!

I'm going back into Costigan's
dream myself. Alone.

I won't endanger anyone else, but
I won't allow this to derail us.

I used to do this for hours.
I appreciate everything you've done.

Just trying to think of a way
to tell my wife it's over.

- Don't tell her yet. - Even after
what happened to Steve?

- Because of what happened to Steve.
- Was it my fault?

Was it because
I couldn't maintain contact.

No. No, it wasn't.

You're getting weaker.
I ran a new blood count.

We haven't got a lot of time.

Why are you willing to risk
yourselves for me?

It's not for you.

Diving into your nightmare was a
mistake. The Shadow manipulated you.

So, I want to try something
different.

I want you to think of a place where
you were happy. Where you felt safe.

Where you felt in control
of the environment, okay?

- Set.
- All right.

- Are you sure you want to do this?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

You got a destination in mind?

Well, be sure you don't lose
sight of it.

- Where are we?
- Bethlehem, North Carolina.

I used to hang out in these woods
when I was a kid.

I asked Jill to marry me
right over there.

- It was the happiest day of my...
- Nevur.

That's me.

Nevur.

Nevur. I saw that word in the first
dream. What does it mean to you?

I... I had this wooden soldier.

My Dad carved it for me.

I was an only child. I used
to make believe he was alive.

- His name was Nevur.
- Why Nevur?

I don't know.

The raven. It was on the train.
It flew right at me!

There's no place like home.

Your mother?

Dad?

Nevur.

He was in the first dream.

- When was the last time
you saw Nevur? - I buried him.

I was about eight or nine.

My mother said I was too old
for make-believe friends.

She was gonna throw him away.

Over here.

Go ahead.

Look out!

Nathan!

How could the Shadow be me?

I don't have a death wish!
I want to live!

Nathan! His platelet count's
droppin' off the scale.

There's evidence of hemolysis.

- Internal haemorrhaging?
- No sign, yet.

- We talking days?
- I called the airport.

Your tickets will be waiting
at the counter.

Why are we going to North Carolina?
We've been there in my dream.

We have to link what happened
in your dream

to what exists in the waking world.
Something's buried in Bethlehem.

Something a part of you
doesn't want us to dig up.

You said the words could be garbled
in the dream.

But we're not dreaming.

The Shadow travelled through
reflections. Through mirrors.

We're dealing with analogues
and hidden meanings.

Your parents were moving backwards,
that's another reverse image.

Another reflection.

Turn the letters around.

"Ruven". That clears everything up.

- Who named the soldier?
- My dad.

Did he tell you why?

Yeah.

I don't understand him.

I know bedside manner went out
with leaded gas, but...

He used to be different.

You two together?

- No.
- Wish you were?

I have this annoying habit. I
never get involved with married men.

That woman you saw at the Institute,

the one in the coma,
she's Nathan's wife.

Yeah. Okay. Thank you.

Dr. Ellis. Do you remember him?

He's known my family
for fifty years. He delivered me.

Well, I think we should go see him.

Dr. Ellis, you delivered Ben.
About thirty years ago.

Well, you turned out all right.

- You delivered lots of children,
didn't you? - Oh, lots of 'em.

Did you ever deliver
another Costigan child?

- There was no other child! I told
you that! - Just give me a second.

A boy, Dr. Ellis. Named Ruven.

Ruven Costigan.
Mary's other son.

You delivered him, didn't ya?

Do you remember Ruven,
the oldest?

You and I are both doctors.

And with all our training, as much
as we try to pretend we're perfect,

we make mistakes.

Tragic mistakes.

And we hurt.

So, we try to forget.

But we can't.

Dr. Ellis, was what happened
to Ruven a mistake?

I had to keep the secret.

- You can let it go now.
- Mary's secret.

Yes. That's right. Mary's secret.

And you kept it for all these years.

That's why the County Clerk
has no record of Ruven's birth.

She loved both of them.

Of course she did.
Sometimes love isn't enough.

What happened to Ruven?

I had to tell Mary.

Tell her what?

That she didn't have
enough to give.

There couldn't be two.

That's right.
There couldn't be two.

October second, sixty-seven.

"Ruven, thou art my first-born,

my might and the beginning
of my strength".

Genesis 49.

Ruven was the first son of Jacob.

Benjamin was Ruven's younger
brother.

That was the day I was born.

My twin.

Your father said something
to us in the dream.

"Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to end this night."

He was trying to tell us that
you lived. That your twin died.

An identical twin, or we wouldn't
be dealing with reflections.

Now, he most likely died
in utero. Placental insufficiency.

Your mother didn't have enough
nourishment for you both to survive.

And you were the stronger one.

We have to go back
into your dream.

Isn't it enough
just knowing what the Shadow is?

It was created in your subconscious,
that's where it has to end.

It's survivor's guilt, Ben.

In the dream it manifested itself
as the Shadow. In the waking world,

- it attacked your immune system.
- But it's my brother.

No. It's your guilt.
That's why fighting it won't work.

You have to recognize it
for what it is.

You can't hurt me anymore!
I know what you are now!

So, what's new?

Feels like... one of those
phantom limbs, you know?

You can't see him,
but he's still there.

He's gone now, Ben.

Well, think of all the money
we'll be saving, huh?

Breaking mirrors gets expensive.

- Not to mention all the bad luck.
- Yeah.

Why did all this happen now? My
brother's been dead thirty years.

You said the nightmares started six
months ago. When your mother died.

On some unconscious level,
you've always known you had a twin.

But it took your mother's death
for you to acknowledge that.

Your Sed-rate has normalized.
Your ANA is negative.

Your condition's gone
into spontaneous remission.

Thank you.

- What's next for you, man? - I've
always wanted to make a difference.

That's not possible now.
At least not with the Air Force.

Well, it could be... with us.

We should talk.

Generous falls,
sharp signal crests.

- You have lovely irises.
- Thanks.

It's been rough this year, with
the mustard seed fungus and all.

- Do you have any Spurias?
- No, I'm sorry.

I've got nice Siberians, as well
as the miniature tall beardeds.

The MTBs are six for a dollar.

Their blooms are smaller than BBs.
They make good table arrangements.

They also work well in wedding
bouquets.

I might be willing to make a deal
on the Siberians.

- Is something wrong?
- No, no.

- There he goes.
- Get down! Get out of our way!

- Move, move, move!
- Get back! Get back!

Police, freeze!

Phibes, freeze! Phibes!

Phibes!

No!

- Get back! - Put the knife down,
and let the woman go.

Phibes, look at me.

- You could have hit her.
- Well, I didn't, did I?

Have you ever had a dream
where you're falling?

Everyone knows that you wake up
before you hit the ground.

That you can't actually die
in your dreams.

Well, they're wrong.

In a dream, anything is possible,
even death.

The laws of physics don't apply.
Black is white,

left is right.

You can walk through a door and wind
up on the other side of the world.

You can breathe underwater.
You could even fly.

- How?
- By learning the rules.

Rule number one: The host always
controls the landscape.

My dream, my world.
And you, you're just a visitor here.

- Do you trust me, Ben?
- Sure.

Then come over here.

- You mean onto the ledge?
- Yeah, onto the ledge.

Now what?

- Let yourself fall.
- You gotta be kidding me.

Come on. You said you trusted me.
Prove it.

You're pretty sure of yourself,
having a fall like that.

The odds were good.

- Where are we?
- Australia.

This used to be a holy site far
the Aboriginal people.

And these are the gods who dreamed
the world into creation.

My parents were anthropologists.

They used to come down here
and study the drawings.

And one night they brought my
brother and me down here, and...

I was the only one who walked out.

- What happened?
- I don't remember.

I never saw them again. So, I come
here all the time now in my dreams.

At first I was only able to make it
to the mouth of the cave,

but then, I managed to make it
further and further in.

- And why make yourself do it at
all? - Because I need to remember.

I need to face my fears.
That's what this work's all about.

That's why people come to us.

You did that.
And I still need to.

So, I'm gonna leave now,

and I'm passing this dream on to
you. You're in the driver's seat.

You are the host now.

So this place and everything
in it is yours.

- I want you to find your way out.
- How am I supposed to do that?

Kate?

Great.

Here goes nothing.

Congratulations. You just made it
through your first lesson.

- Yeah. Not bad for a rookie.
- That was pretty impressive.

Steve...

- Hi.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- I'm well. Long time, no see.

- This is my partner,
Detective Burke. - Hello.

- I take it you two
know each other? - Yes.

I'm sorry, I'm Detective Fusco,
Homicide.

- Bradford helped me with a case.
- That was a long time ago.

Well, we've got another one for you.
A real nightmare this time.

He is Conrad Phibes. He's killed
5 people. There may be others.

He preys on women. He kills them,

and then he buries their bodies
in a shallow grave.

All the victims
had signs of hypothermia.

He might be suffocating them
in some kind of walk in freezer.

- But you don't know for sure?
- No.

We haven't been able to find
the place where he kills them.

- How did you catch him then? - All
the victims had traces of pollen.

Phibes is a driver
for a flower shop.

He'd encountered the victims
while making a delivery.

Come back in a few days, kidnap them
and throw them in the delivery van.

That's where the traces of pollen
came from.

- You're positive it was him?
- It's him.

When we tracked the queer ball down
at the flower mart,

he ran, tried to grab
another woman hostage,

and we found one
of his victim's purses in his van.

He have reason to believe his sixth
victim, Rochelle Davis, is alive.

Phibes is dying.

Thanks to Burke here, he's got
a bullet lodged in his head.

Looks like a subarachnoid
hemorrhage.

The bullet must have nicked
an artery.

I give him a day, at most.

That's more than the other doctors
are giving him.

They say he'll never regain
consciousness.

And even if he did, I doubt he'd
tell us where Rochelle Davis is.

- Where do we fit in? - We need you
to get inside his head.

We need you to find her
before he dies.

Vicky Bolton, twenty-seven,
a single mother.

Sandra James, twenty, a waitress.

Becca Levine,
thirty-two, a legal temp.

Jennifer Dodds, thirty-five,
married, four children.

Faith Straszynski, twenty-five,
a graphic artiste.

And Rochelle Davis, twenty-two.

All redheads, blue eyed,
all relatively young.

Davis was kidnapped yesterday.

If Phibes stays true to form,
he won't have killed her yet.

You said he buried them in shallow
graves. Were they disfigured?

- He blinds them. - Scopophobia.
Fear of being watched.

I'd say he's been killing to reverse
some scene of humiliation,

maybe going back to his childhood.

Now, he doesn't like looking
at himself. He's ashamed.

And it's possible that he transfers
that shame onto others.

His mother may have been
a prostitute,

or someone working
in the sex industry.

Do we really need to be giving
the guy a shrink session now?

We should be out pounding
the pavement,

not sitting here listening
to this crap.

This business of dream sharing,
is just a little tough to swallow.

Okay, so back to the crap
at hand, Phibes won't be lucid.

- Lucid?
- That means being aware of the fact

that you're dreaming
while you're dreaming.

When you're lucid,
you're in control of the dream,

and Phibes won't be lucid. He won't
know he's dreaming, but we will.

And we may be able to use that
to our advantage.

- How? - We can direct the course
of events in his dreamscape.

We can nudge him in certain
directions using hypnotic induction.

But we need to start
where he lost consciousness.

- The flower mart? - Yes, we'll try
to engage him in some role playing.

- You want to play bait?
- I've read the files.

I know what he looks for
in a victim.

If I can be that person for him,

I might be able to get him to take
us to the place where he kills them.

- Is that safe? - Ben'll go
into the dream with her,

and as soon as Phibes picks her up,
if Phibes picks her up,

he'll follow them, and we'll retrace
their steps in the waking world.

How do we know where we're going?

We can talk to Kate
while she's under.

She can send messages back
via the data glove.

If she send you some information,
directions, for instance,

you'll be able to read them
on this wireless PDA.

It's a personal digital assistant
that I've modified

to have a direct
uplink to the lab here.

Looks like a Game Boy to me.

- Nathan?
- Yeah?

- You really think I'm ready
for this? - Yes, I do.

Phibes is a killer, and Kate needs
somebody in there with her

who can think on their feet.
Somebody with combat experience.

And your Air Force background
makes you the perfect candidate.

Don't sweat it. You'll be all right.

With all due respect, look,
there's a big difference

between his military training and
dropping into somebody else's dream.

He's just gonna be following her.

Kate'll be in there with him. She'll
make sure he gets out in one piece.

Besides, somebody's gotta chaperon
Cagney and Lacey back there.

And given your injuries, you're
certainly in no condition to do it.

- What am I gonna do? That leaves
me. - If you weren't so sensible,

- I'd have to smack you around
a little bit. - Yeah, right.

Just hook 'em up. Let's go.

- I really hope you know what you're
getting into. - You and me both.

You just remember this:

You're diving into somebody else's
dream this time, not your own.

And you're just a visitor there.
That means every other person

that you encounter in that
dreamscape, every other object,

is just another part of our
homicidal vegetable's subconscious.

Okay.

Here comes the needle.

If you promise not to cry, I'll give
you a graham cracker afterwards.

- Are you all set?
- Uh-huh.

Okay. Let's do a test run.
Sign something.

- Can you read me, Vince?
- Loud and clear, Nathan.

Okay. Let's do it, then.

- Steve, we're at the flower mart.
Phibes stabilized? - Yes, sir.

He's just dropping
into hyper-REM now.

Okay. Send 'em in.

Okay. Locking alpha rhythm coherence
on three, two, one.

Nothing like a little brain
turbulence to shake you up.

Kate, you two all right?

- They're in.
- In his dream?

Son of a gun.

This is weird.

This is how he sees the world,
and people are just objects in it.

How come you're a redhead?

This is how Phibes would want
to see me. Seductive, aloof.

- How do I look? - Like you should
be standing on a street corner.

Let's get outta here.

So... why are we in Technicolor?

Because it's the only place
that feels real to him.

Don't you worry,
I'll be right behind you.

Okay.

She's got him.

She's got him.

Generous falls, sharp signal crests.

- You have lovely irises.
- Thanks.

It's been rough this year with
the mustard seed fungus and all.

- Do you have any Spurias?
- No. I'm sorry.

I've got nice Siberians, as well
as the miniature tall beardeds.

The MTBs are six for a dollar. Their
blooms are smaller than the BBs.

It's a little overwhelming,
isn't it?

- I'm sorry?
- The flowers.

Now I'm here, I don't even know
where to begin.

You seem to know exactly
what you're talking about.

- Well, that's how I make my living.
- Really?

Well, maybe you could help me then.

- My name's Kate.
- I'm Conrad Phibes.

- When is your wedding?
- June. We're having it outside.

June is a hot month,
lots of sun.

You'll want an arrangement
with a lot of perennials.

Something that holds its bloom.

Kate must be doing something right.

Monkey Boy's testosterone level
just spiked.

Why don't we go back to your shop,
you could design something for me.

I'd love it. I'm parked nearby.
You could follow me.

Actually, I caught a taxi here. Do
you think you could give me a lift?

Perfect.

Let's go.

- Flowers are your world,
aren't they? - I love them.

Their history, their meanings.

Take the iris, for example.

The Greeks used to place them
on the graves of their loved ones.

That's because the goddess Iris
used to escort souls across

her rainbow bridge
to the after-life.

That's beautiful.

How's it going, Kate?

How can she be talking to him?
This isn't even real.

- It's real. - No, real is some
jacked-up kid waving a knife at you.

This is... I don't know
what this is. It's just voodoo.

You wouldn't be saying that
if you were in there with them.

Thank God I'm not.
I prefer my reality rock solid.

- You're sounding just a little bit
defensive there. - Not at all.

It's a matter of common sense.
Say someone breaks into your house.

What are you gonna rely on,
that little computer or your gun?

- I don't own a gun.
- My point, exactly.

Damn it!

Is something wrong?

No.
It's just a headache, that's all.

Daffodils are also associated
with the dead.

They grow in the underworld, you
know, lining the path to Hades.

That's how Persephone was abducted.

She followed the path and got
separated from her friends...

You're not listening to me!

Something's wrong. Her blood
pressure and pulse just shot way up.

Kate? Kate, can you hear me?
What's happening?

Kate, can you hear me?
What's happening?

Kate?

What is going on?

What's happening?

We lost contact with Kate.
She's not responding.

- What about Ben?
- Looks like they've been separated.

I'm tracking him now.

Why'd you pull me out?

We didn't. Something's wrong.

- Where are we?
- I used to work here.

But they closed it.

Stop looking at me.

- I said stop looking at me.
- I'm not.

Then why do I still feel
your eyes on me?

Guys, we've got a major problem.

Phibes is lucid.
He knows he's dreaming.

Stop looking at me!

We have to get her out of there.
Can't you just tear these off?

No, no. If you pull her out
like this, you fry her brain.

Then send me back in there.
It stands to reason

I'll drop off somewhere near them.
I can catch him off guard. Maybe...

You just don't get it, do you?

He is lucid now. Lucid. And that
means, in this dream, he is God.

She's not getting out of there
unless he lets her out.

Who are you? And what
are you doing in my dream?

- Is this where you kill them?
- Some kind of a detective?

You know about me? Who are you?

- Who are you?
- It this where you kill them?

What's going on, Vince?
Talk to me.

Phibes is lucid. Somehow he's thrown
Costigan out of the dream.

- What's the big deal? It's just a
dream. - No. She could die in there.

Take us back to the institute.

Nathan?
Costigan wants to go back in.

Well, do it.
It's her only chance.

Patch me through to Kate. There's a
chance that she could still hear us.

You got it.

And I am synching Costigan
hack in now.

Kate, if you can hear me,
don't panic.

Phibes is lucid.
We're sending Costigan back in.

I am dreaming, aren't I?

That's how I was able to do this.

Did you really think I wouldn't be
able to tell I was dreaming, Kate?

Did you really think
I wouldn't feel you inside me?

I kicked your friend out, you know.
I wished him away.

But you... you I think I'll keep.

Okay, come on,
Costigan, don't panic.

I know why you took their eyes,
Conrad. And you were right to do it.

They deserved to go blind,
and they deserved to die.

You don't believe that.
You're trying to confuse me.

No. I understand. I know you.
I know everything about you.

They led you on. They pretended
to like you, all those women...

They were whores!
Looking at me with their eyes,

making me look inside myself.

Just like she did, right?
Your mother.

She made you feel shame. She made
you feel dirty, didn't she?

It wasn't your fault, Conrad.
Anyone would have done what you did.

Anyone would have punished them.
Did you punish Rochelle Davis?

- Haven't yet. Was going to.
- Is she here?

- I'll show you.
- You took my eyes away, Conrad.

How can you show me if I'm blind?

Come on, Kate. You can do better
than that, can't you?

You think you're talking circles
around me,

and all you're really doing
is pissing me off!

You want your eyes back? Fine.

It isn't gonna help you, anyway.

You're in a maze.
How do I get out of a maze?

All right...

In the real world,

keep your hand on the left side
of the wall,

you follow wherever it goes,
eventually it'll lead you out.

Wait a minute, you're not in the
real world, you're in a dream.

Black is white here.

Left...

is right. Yes.

There's someone else. Someone
who makes you do these things.

- How do you know that? - Because
the killings don't feel like you.

You want beauty.
You don't want ugliness.

You want someone to appreciate you,
as you appreciate your flowers.

Now, this friend of yours,

I don't think he really
understands you. Not like I do.

If he did, he wouldn't make
you do these things.

Show me Rochelle, Conrad.

Show me how he makes you kill them.

You come with me.

Did you really think
you could fool me?

Trying to make me
think you understand.

It's not your fault, Conrad. Anyone
would have done what you did.

I'll kill you!
You small piece of scum!

You got me all excited!
I'll kill you!

Wait a minute. Vince, she's back!

Yeah, I'm getting a reading.

Hang on. Something is coming
through. Here we go.

Nathan, she's back online.

Here we go. We're back.

- Greenhouse? - There's
no greenhouse around here.

We're in a dream, remember?
Greenhouse is a symbol.

- A symbol for what?
- Wish fulfilment, growth,

a place where something fragile
can live.

Or maybe we'd want the opposite.

Umm... a place where dreams die.
A mortuary, for instance.

- You are just guessing here.
- Yeah, I am.

- There used to be a funeral home
around here. - Where?

- A few miles back.
- Turn around.

This is Detective Fusco. I'm heading
west on l-90. I need back-up

and an ambulance to meet me at
the old Heathcliffe Funeral Home.

This is my dream!

Don't look so surprised.

You're the one who figured out
Phibes had an accomplice.

Too bad you couldn't figure out who.

You were right about the mother,
being a prostitute and all.

Only trouble is, she was my mother,
not Phibes'.

Careful. What do you say
we make you a little bet?

I'll bet you a dream bullet can kill
you just as well as a real one.

It's one of those mind over matter
things, Kate, isn't it?

I think, therefore I'm dead.

Nathan, check your PDA.

- But how? - We grew up together.
We were best friends. Like brothers.

We're two sides
of the same coin, see?

Burke isn't really here. He's just
a figment of your unconscious.

I know that. The only thing real
here is me. And you, of course.

Burke is just a puppet.
Isn't that right, Burke?

Monkey see, monkey do.

I can do anything I want here,
can't I? Anything.

What happens if you die in my dream,
Kate? Do you know?

There's only so many places to hide
in here, Bradford.

Sooner or later, I'm gonna find you.

Phibes used to work here. He made
flower arrangements for the dead.

You gonna use that gun, Bradford?

You gonna shoot me?

This isn't one of your dreams. This
is real. Real gun, real bullets.

You're a doctor. You know
what a gunshot does to someone.

Kind of damage it really causes.

So, what do you think, huh? Think
you got the guts to do that to me?

Gonna bet you don't.
I'm gonna bet you're all talk.

- Can you breathe?
- Yes.

Can you breathe?

Yes! Yes! I'm okay.

- Find Davis, okay? I'm okay.
- Stay on your side.

There's no way out, Kate.
My nightmare, my rules.

No matter where you go...

There's no way out, Kate.

My nightmare, my rules, no matter
where you go, Kate. Right?

There you are.

I got a burst suppression
pattern on Phibes here, Steve.

Steve, he's dying.
He's slipping away.

Kate? Kate, Phibes is dying.
You have to get out of there now.

Conrad, listen to me. You're dying.
You've been shot in the head.

- No more games, Kate.
- It's not a game. Burke shot you,

and the bullet penetrated
your right hemisphere.

- You're lying.
- No, I'm not.

Your middle
cerebral artery's been severed.

- Shut up. - You know I'm telling
the truth. You can feel it.

- Shut up. - The bleeding is putting
pressure on your brain stem.

That's why you're having headaches,
you're seeing things...

No!

No!

You're doing this to me.

Who are you?

Who are you?

You want to know who I am?
I am all the women you killed.

No.

No.

Rochelle? Rochelle?

It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you.
It's okay.

It's over. I'm gonna take the tape
off your mouth, okay?

It's okay. It's okay. Here we go.
Here we go.

It's over.

- What happened?
- He couldn't face his fear.

- What about Burke?
- He collapsed when the glass fell.

Kinda like a puppet
with its strings cut off.

Come on, we'd better get out
of here.

Kate, I want to give you
something...

to remember me by...

in your dreams.

You all right?

- How's Nathan? - He's fine.
They got the girl out, too.

- What about Phibes?
- He's dead.

Yeah, it happened just a second ago,
just as you were waking up.

- So they were tandem killers?
- It's rare, but it does happen.

Two people sharing the same
delusions simultaneously.

There's a mental disorder
called "folie a deux",

which literally means
"madness between two".

How did you know there were two?

The killings didn't make sense.
The pattern was all wrong.

Parts of the killings
were very organized.

The way the victims
were chosen, for instance.

But then other aspects were very
disorganized, like the mutilations.

You think you know someone
and then they...

Is Burke gonna live?

Fortunately for him,
you're not the best shot.

You missed his heart
by about an inch or so.

Thought I'd find you out here.

I'm just getting some air.

What's wrong?

I keep seeing his face
every time I close my eyes.

I can't help thinking
about what he said to me...

giving me something
to remember him...

- You've gotta keep that
out of your head, Kate - How?

Go home, take a bath,
have a glass of wine,

do whatever you need
to do to relax.

If you can't sleep, give me a call.
I'll count sheep for you.

- I'm sure your wife
would love that. - I am serious.

I wouldn't be standing here
if it wasn't for you.

A call in the middle of the night
is the least I can do.

Hey, I trusted you.

How come you can't do the same?

- 'Cause I'm a hypocrite. - Even
hypocrites need to sleep sometimes.

Let yourself fall, Kate.

- I'll try.
- Promise?