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Carter: That's got to be hard, going from liaison to head of 6d.

Allison: Well, I'll admit it was a bit of a rough start,

but I think I'm getting the hang of this job.

I mean, things are actually calm at global for a change.

No, don't! Don't even... Don't tempt fate.

Oh, I don't believe in fate, Carter.

No, just stop. Honestly?

I'll turn around. I'll run home, take a shower.

Oh, god, I wish I could take a shower. You know my water heater's broken.

All the greatest scientists in the world in a three—mile radius,

and I can't find a decent plumber.

I'll take a look at it for you.

You? No, no, you don't understand.

No, no, no, I'm really handy.

I know what you're thinking. "Is there anything this guy can't do?"

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking.

Do you want a drink?

Sure, yeah. Is it too early for happy hour?

Well, if you consider Vincent's veggie blend happy, then no.

Well...

Not quite what I had in mind, but here's to quiet afternoons.

What was that?

Either someone's doing construction, or you got a pest problem.

Yeah, definitely a pest problem.

Hello, sheriff. You running or swimming?

Baby, I didn't expect you guys home so soon.

Oh, kev's helping me install a new system for his music therapy.

Well, I offered to fix Allison's water heater.

Really?

Interesting Allison didn't mention it's a fusion water heater

and that to work on one you need a phd from mit.

Which I happen to have.

Hmm.

Right.

I better go.

Carter, thanks for the run.

Yeah, thanks for the happy hour.

I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you next time.

Yeah, you're on.

Nathan: Don't hurt yourself out there.

Phd from mit.

Very bad boy, sparky. I told you to stay close.

Now, it is time for your leash.

Oh! Sparky! Hey, come back.

Sparky? Come back here right now. Bad dog.

Stay out of the street. Get back here.

Fargo!

Oh, jeez!

Uh—oh.

Carter: Buddy, can you... Here. Think you can lean up?

We're gonna get you out of here.

Put your arm over...

Careful.

Carter: What's your name? Give me your name.

You all right? What's your name?

Sheriff Carter?

Crap.

Relax, Carter, it's standard procedure with chemical spills.

Allison: The most dangerous neurotoxins were neutralized

by the waste-scrubbing process.

Decontamination only works if it comes into contact with bare skin.

The faster you scrub down, the better.

Carter: You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Okay, switch it on.

Sarah, door.

What happened to you?

I tempted fate.

Sarah, can you have a beer waiting for me?

Sarah: I detect that you're upset, sheriff,

but alcohol isn't the answer.

No, I'm not.

And, yes, it is.

Yeah, he's upset.

Morning!

Hey.

Damn.

We're out of fresh—ground Vinspresso.

Be right back.

Carter: Hi.

Morning. How's it going?

Carter, what are you doing?

Not again.

Whoa! Haven't had that one since college.

Carter: Sarah, oj.

Hey, morning. You okay?

Yeah, just a weird nightmare I had last night.

Oh, me, too. How are you feeling?

I'd rather not talk about it.

You know, I'm in enough therapy already.

Sarah: Poached eggs and sausage, Zoe?

Actually, I think I've lost my appetite. I'm just gonna

get something at school. I got to go.

Sometimes, I think she says these things just to hurt me.

No, I say things just to hurt you.

She's just a teenager.

Morning. Any word on the driver?

Something funny about toxic waste exposure?

But something is funny about sheriff Carter exposure.

I had this dream last night, and you were naked,

walking around doing your normal Carter thing like nothing was wrong.

What?

Yeah, you came in.

You bent over by the fridge just like that and...

Cute birthmark, by the way. And then went off to get...

Both: Fresh—ground Vinspresso.

Yeah, how did you know that?

Just a hunch.

Jo: What could cause us to share the same dream?

Yeah, I need coffee before I can contemplate that.

Maybe we've developed a deep, subconscious connection.

Yeah. Like soldiers in battle.

Or maybe it's that I was marinated in radioactive waste.

Yeah, seems more likely, doesn't it?

Hey, Vince, we're out of coffee.

Fresh—ground Vinspresso coming up.

Oh, see, Vincent, here's a perfect example

of where you could be much more efficient.

Dr. Childress is an expert on productivity and time management.

She's helping me to be more efficient.

How do you become a doctor of efficiency?

Oh, I'm a neurologist at global. I just do this for fun.

I research ways to maximize people's cognitive potential

through neural networking.

You should have her help, too, sheriff.

What are you saying?

Nothing.

I'll get your coffee.

Lupo.

Great. Thanks.

Driver's awake, and Allison wants to see us.

Oh, great.

Hey, Vince, we'll pick it up a little later. Vincent: Okay.

Allison: This isn't just another traffic accident, Carter.

Global dynamics has the most advanced waste-reduction technology in the world.

Well, having taken a bath in that waste,

I can tell you that there's still plenty.

Oh, well, that truck contains six months' worth of hazardous material.

Without our distillation and scrubbing process

that much waste could fill lake erie.

So, basically, you boil it down to just the really dangerous stuff.

The spill was contained. My point is that whenever there's an accident

involving g.D. Technology or materials,

we have to rule out sabotage.

What would anyone have to gain with crashing a hazardous waste truck?

I don't know, Carter. That would be your job.

Oh, make sure to note my elevated pulse,

and there's a mild tingling in my left elbow.

Could be a pinched nerve.

Noted.

Morning. How's the driver doing?

Mr. Wyatt should be fine.

Suffered a mild concussion, a few cracked ribs.

We're just running some more tests.

Fargo: Nurse, more pillows!

But that boy may die.

Fargo.

Jo! You're my first visitor.

What are you doing here?

Recovering. I checked myself in this morning.

Recovering from what?

Whiplash, from when you tackled me.

May want to contact a lawyer.

You never cease to amaze me.

Thanks for stopping by, Jo. You made my day.

Glad I could help, Fargo.

Mr. Wyatt.

Please, call me Jake.

I hear I owe you one for pulling me out of that crash.

Tell you what, you don't sue me, we'll call it even.

Do you remember what happened yesterday?

I was on my way to the waste repository.

I was heading down euripides drive.

I must've blacked out. Next thing, I woke up here.

Are you on any prescription medication, sleep aids?

Oh, no, sir. The strongest thing that I ingest is a cup of coffee in the morning

and a pint of beer at night.

A man after my own heart.

Not that we don't believe you,

but we will need your permission to take a look around your home.

Oh, of course. Anything I could do to help.

I feel terrible about all this.

This may seem like an odd question.

Do you remember your dreams from last night?

No, but they do have me on some pretty heavy pain meds. Why?

Just curious.

Look, you know what? You rest up. You get better.

If we have any more questions, we'll come back. Okay?

I'll be here. All right.

Shut up, Fargo!

Nathan: What are you working on, Kevin?

Do you know what it is you're making?

It's in my dreams.

It's in my dreams, too, kev.

Can you help me understand what it is?

Kevin?

How's it going?

Another one, huh?

It's astonishing.

No matter what medium I give him,

the image is always the same, down to the very last detail.

I just wish I could see what was going on inside of his head.

Why is this happening to him?

I don't know, Allie, but do not worry.

We'll figure this out.

Very soon.

Nice house.

Nice artwork.

Looks like Jake has a talent for more than just driving trucks.

Yeah, well, not many of us get to do what we really want to do.

You mean, this isn't your dream job?

Well, it's certainly not dull, but who are we kidding?

It's not pitching in the big leagues.

You ever want to do anything else?

Nice family.

Jo: Yeah, Jake and his wife divorced last year.

Oh. That sucks.

Guess Jake and I have a few things in common.

Same pay grade. G3.

A dancer.

What's that?

I wanted to be a dancer.

Really?

Really.

Wow. What happened?

You grow up with three brothers and no mom, you learn to survive.

Well, your secret's safe with me.

Josephina ballerina.

I will taser you.

Hey, who's the employer on that check you got over there?

G.d. Why?

I got a descartes delivery for 30 hours last week.

Jake's been moonlighting.

Which means he was probably working nights.

Maybe he fell asleep at the wheel.

Woman on P.A.: Trauma team to icu. Trauma team to icu.

Stay with me. All right, stay with me, buddy.

Clear.

Man: Come on, stay with me.

Clear.

Okay, shock him again. Charge to 400.

Clear.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death, 7:40 am.

I don't understand. You said he was gonna be fine.

In traumatic injuries, it's difficult to see the extent of the damage.

And we won't know why he stopped breathing until I've done an autopsy.

I'll tell you why. Because he died in the dream.

I saw the crash. You tried to save him,

and then I felt him slip away.

Fargo, that was a dream, and, given your accident, it's not surprising.

Just to be clear, Fargo didn't have an accident.

He avoided an accident.

The point is, I dream he dies,

a second later he's flat—lining.

We frequently incorporate external stimuli into our dreams,

music, alarm clocks.

Yeah, you probably just heard the EKG, Fargo.

Hold on. Excuse me? What do you think?

You think that's what happened?

Actually, no.

Okay. Any particular reason why?

Because I had the exact same dream.

So did I.

Honey, keep your voice down.

Don't tell me what to do.

Okay, you want to run that by me again?

Fargo and the head nurse and three residents who sleep in the lounge

across the hall all shared the same dream about Jake's death.

Allison: How can that be?

Well, we don't know, but they're not the only ones who are sharing dreams.

Jo: We've been getting domestic disturbance calls all morning.

Like what?

Get her off me!

Like that. Honey, it was just a dream.

Yeah. Jo, do you mind?

Fine, but you're gonna get the next one? Yeah.

How do you like my husband now?

Okay, what's going on?

We don't know. But we think it's tied to the chemical spill.

Okay. Why?

Well, before it happened, dreams weren't contagious.

Dreams can't be contagious, Carter.

Well, normally I'd agree with you,

but since it's happened to Jo and me and Fargo

and a boatload of other people,

I am gonna have to say they can.

Now, the crash site was close to a stream.

I mean, maybe the spill contaminated the water supply.

No, Eureka's water treatment system would have detected it.

Unless someone didn't want it to.

You're the one who brought up sabotage.

All right, I'll have someone look at it while Henry's doing the autopsy.

But there is no way that a contagious dream killed Jake Wyatt.

It's Eureka. Stranger things have happened.

There have been legitimate studies done on shared dreams.

Carter: So it is possible?

To an extent. Subjects focused on the same topic to induce shared dreaming

with some success, but they never had the exact same dream.

What you're talking about is unprecedented.

And what are you working on here?

I'm developing a dream spectrometer.

It maps the electrical impulse patterns of a person's dreams.

Layman's terms, doc. What's the upshot?

If dreams were television, then this would be the written transcript.

Really? Yeah.

What's this one about?

I have no idea.

At this stage, it's kind of like trying to decipher a new language.

We're working on it.

What about studies related to dreams and death?

What about them?

Well, is there any evidence that dying in your dream

can cause your death in real life?

In bad Hollywood horror movies, maybe,

but in reality, absolutely not.

Are you certain?

I'd bet my life on it.

Kevin!

Nathan?

Kevin?

Kevin, honey, where are you?

Kevin? Kevin, honey, where are you?

I'm right here, mom.

Kevin!

Why didn't you answer me? You had me worried.

I'm sorry, mom. I wanted to show you something.

Well, where are we going?

It's a secret.

Honey, it's late, and I still need to make dinner.

It'll only take a minute, I promise.

Are you ready?

I don't know, Kevin. What's in there?

Everything.

It worked, honey.

It worked.

Carter: If you guys can form a line this is gonna go much more smoothly.

If you guys could just come together, it will be efficient.

It would be the right way to... okay, now! Who's next?

He sold our research. He took all the credit! I didn't even sell it!

Oh, right. I dreamed of selling it, okay?

That doesn't count. Okay, and I'm supposed to trust you now?

Yes, you are. Oh, give me a break.

Woman 1: I didn't slander her.

Woman 2: You called me ajackass.

It was a dream! In front of the entire cryogenics team.

I meant it as a term of endearment. I have 20 witnesses

who will back me up. You are so sensitive.

I didn't cheat. I swear.

You copied my test answers verbatim, and now we're both suspended.

Okay, well, you know, copying dream answers shouldn't count.

It does when the teacher dreamed you stealing them.

It's getting out of hand, Henry.

How many more shared dreams?

Hundreds. People are getting too freaked out to sleep.

Yeah, did the autopsy turn up anything?

The truck driver? Nothing obvious.

I mean, he just stopped breathing.

All right, let's take a look at where the dream—sharers live.

Carter: Maybe it's location-based.

All right.

And where's the spill?

Jo: Not even close.

Maybe it got into the water supply?

No, I did that test myself.

There was no presence of cns stimulants, psychotropics,

or anything that would explain it.

What are we missing?

Nathan. Hey.

Just checking some readings.

We have to stop.

Okay, why?

Other people are sharing dreams.

Allison, we'll be lucky if this works on Kevin, much less anyone else.

Did it?

Did it work? That's not the point.

Of course it's the point.

We're trying to figure out Kevin's connection to the artifact.

You said you would give anything to know what's going on inside his head.

I've spent months trying to give that to you.

Did it work?

Yes.

There has to be some connection among these people.

Or a disconnection.

What?

No dreams were shared in here.

Where is that?

Now, here's your double-double no-foam sumatran latte.

Now, that should keep you awake for a while.

Carter: Vincent.

Sheriff.

Have you had any odd dream experiences in the last couple of days?

Sadly, no. I seem to be missing out on all the fun.

Believe me, it's not so much fun.

Where do you sleep?

Upstairs in the loft.

I like to be close, in case I get the midnight urge to baste something.

Could we book your cafe for the night?

Sure. You having a party?

More of a sleepover.

We were here, in your lab,

and he was just this normal kid, happy and excited.

And he wanted to show me something in the back.

What was it?

I don't know. It was like a vault.

I woke up before we had a chance to go inside,

but when I asked him, he said it was everything.

I think he might be right.

I don't understand.

For centuries, we've been searching for a unifying theory of everything.

A zero—point energy field containing all knowledge and experience

from the beginning of time.

You're talking about the akashic field.

Yes, and I think

the artifact is the antenna for that field.

Are you saying that Kevin...

Of all the people exposed to the artifact explosion,

his was the only system that didn't overload.

His brain is wired like no one else's.

Somehow, I think he's

created a connection to the field, where the rest of us can't.

What am I supposed to do now?

Let Kevin show you what's inside the vault.

Childress: Head to toe, people. Head to toe.

And, yes, we still have space behind the counter.

Vincent: Oh, man, she's good.

So, Jack, I'm still not clear what your little experiment is meant to accomplish.

Well, we know that cafe diem is a dream-free zone.

Everybody gathered here has been sharing dreams,

so we're gonna test whether it's the place or the people.

Okay, so either everyone will finally get a good night's sleep,

or we could share the most horrifying dream experience ever.

Yes.

All right, sheriff, we've maximized the potential of our space.

Good. Glad you're on that.

All right, people, lights out.

What? No story?

Don't make me come over there.

Fargo: You really want to add police brutality to the list?

Just go to sleep, Fargo.

I love watching him sleep.

Seems like just any other normal kid.

Do you really want him to be like any other normal kid?

Sometimes.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Then why do I feel so guilty about it?

You want what's best for your son.

We both do.

Do we really?

I don't know, I...

I think you're still fixated on the artifact and your theory of everything,

and I think

that I just want the feeling that I had last night.

In Kevin's dream, we were so connected, so normal.

He's always been so different and brilliant.

And for the most part, I love that about him.

But different is hard.

Brilliant is hard. Hell, normal is hard.

And with everything else, it...

So what do you want to do now, Allie?

I want to protect my son.

Me, too.

But not at the risk of everyone else.

We have to stop.

And we have to tell Carter.

Allison, listen to me.

Whatever is happening in this town,

that signal is not the cause.

Then, turn it off, and tomorrow we'll know.

Allison.

Nathan, I've made up my mind.

So have I.

Hey, guys.

Kind of busy. Yeah.

I need to talk to Allison.

About what?

About this.

Way to cut to the chase, sheriff.

Direct, focused, efficient. Kudos!

Oh, dear, that approach lacked confidence.

It was too tentative. No woman likes that.

True. Shocker.

Try it again, this time with confidence.

Hold herface with one hand.

Pull her in closely with the other.

The goal is efficiency of movement to achieve maximum results.

I think we may have different goals.

I'll make it easy for you.

Oh, my god.

Fargo. That could have been anyone's dream.

Right.

Yeah, well, actually he's got a point.

Oh, and I suppose that that whole kissing mess wasn't Carter's dream, either.

Hey, it wasn't a mess!

Actually... nobody's asking you.

Or you!

All right, so we've ruled out the waste, the water, and the location.

It's got to be us.

We're gonna have to start testing people as soon as possible.

All right, everybody, we're moving to global.

Hey, dad, this woman won't wake up.

Sheriff, this one's out, too.

Yeah, I've got one over here.

They're unconscious. We have to get them to the infirmary.

All right, everybody, collect your stuff in an orderly fashion.

We're going to move out to global, all right? As quick as we can. Go!

Thanks, I got it, the pressure.

That couldn't have hurt any more, huh?

Carter: Hey! Tell me you found something.

I went back, reviewed the autopsy and discovered that Jake Wyatt

had abnormally high levels of acetylcholine in his spinal fluid.

Which is? A neurotransmitter.

A chemical that allows your neurons to communicate and your muscles to flex

and is essential to dreaming.

So the dream did kill him?

No, but elevated levels have a devastating effect on neural function

and ultimately lead to the loss of muscle control,

in this case, his diaphragm. He suffocated in his sleep.

I have a sinking feeling I know where this is going.

That's right. All the latest victims have high levels, including you.

And those levels are rising.

Let's work a little faster. Jo, I'm gonna go talk to Paul suenos.

Even if you could share dreams,

it wouldn't cause you to slip into a coma.

Well, six more people are unconscious

and a lot of others are headed in that direction, including me.

Okay, what can I do?

First we need to separate the dreamers from the dreamees.

If I hook people up to my spectrometer, we might see a difference

in brain activity during rem sleep.

The dreamers would likely experience more than the watchers.

Good. Good. Okay, we're talking about hundreds of people.

Considering I only have two prototypes, that could take weeks.

You have two of these things? Mmm-hmm.

Where's the other one?

Right in here.

It's gone.

I told her to get a nanny cam.

Carter: Thanks!

Allison! Carter.

I need to talk to you. Yeah, me, too.

Look, I know what's causing the shared dreams,

and you have to stay calm.

It's the music thing that stark put in Kevin's room.

I know.

You know? I should've told you sooner.

Yeah, you should've told me!

You're protecting stark, instead of the town!

No, I told him to turn it off last night.

He was just trying to help me.

Help you what? To protect Kevin.

To understand what's going on in his head, and it worked.

Well, that's great,

but you put yourself first, and a man died.

Not from what we put in that room.

Well, you lied. You lied to me! I know and I'm sorry!

Look, something is happening to Kevin. He is changing.

And it terrifies me.

You tell me that you wouldn't do the same if it was Zoe.

I think it's time to get stark to explain what the hell he did.

Don't you?

The receiver I adapted from suenos's device

visually interprets electrical impulses created during rem sleep.

So, why's it messing with our acetaminophen levels?

Acetylcholine. Don't push me.

There's no reason it would affect one person, much less half the town.

How many people show elevated levels?

Fifty, total.

Fifty, even?

Yeah. So?

Jo, you were taking the dream statements, right?

Yeah, and I had around 50 different dreams

that were shared by everyone else.

Well, they're the sources of the dreams.

I mean, that's why their acetylcholine levels are so high.

Okay, so what do we know about these 50 people?

Oh, but my name isn't on there.

That's a good thing, Fargo.

I know, because it means I wasn't the one who had the man in black dream.

Well, it sure as hell wasn't me.

Oh, god.

Carter: Focus. Jake, you, me, we're all on the list, right?

So, we're searching his house. What do we find we have in common?

None of us realized ourfull potential?

Well, yes, but we're also the same pay grade.

G3. Right, can you run this list and tell me who else is g3?

All of you.

So, 50 people, all the same pay grade,

all with cranked levels of... Acetylcholine.

Thank you. That's got to mean something, right?

G3 refers to work schedule, not pay level.

All the jobs have set hours, so overtime doesn't compromise safety or security.

Like truck drivers?

Yes, or reactor technicians, weapon test specialists, network engineers.

The network.

What about it?

Childress was saying she was working on some sort of neural network?

Yes, she's beta-testing a system of distributed computing with humans.

Okay. But given that stark's dream receiver

isn't powerful enough to cause shared dreaming,

could the neural network be used as an amplifier?

It's possible.

We should shut it down. Jo: Carter?

Yeah? Do it fast.

You're not coming?

I would, but I can't move my legs.

Henry: We'll take care of you. Don't worry.

Okay.

You should go with the others.

I'd rather stay with you, if you don't mind.

No. No, I don't mind.

Childress: We all sleep a third of our lives away.

I figured, why not find a way to use our brains during our downtime.

Yeah, sure, why not?

I created a wireless network of test subjects with regular sleep schedules.

Yeah, g3 employees.

Yeah.

See, everyone's brainwaves have a distinct signature.

Theirs are programmed into the network, so when they're asleep

I can tap into their minds from this computer

and use the combined power to problem—solve.

Wait a second. You're taking people's brain power?

No, sheriff, just tapping into unused potential.

And it's in everyone's contract that they may be randomly selected

for double-blind case studies from time to time.

Is it? I told you to read your contract

carefully before you signed it.

And I'm guessing you've randomly tapped into, say, 50 of them?

Exactly. They're essentially wireless transmitters.

And everything we dreamed has been networked to everyone else.

It doesn't work that way. Not by itself.

But in combination with Dr. Stark's dream device maybe.

But why the sudden buildup of acetylcholine?

Probably lack of sleep.

No, the people in the study were selected based on

the regularity of their sleep patterns.

Yeah, but Jake's been secretly doing double shifts

and no one in town's been sleeping normally this week.

I'll shut down the network immediately.

That won't solve the buildup of acetylcholine in the test subjects.

Their bodies are overproducing the compound,

like a hyperactive gland.

If you can cleanse the system of the compound entirely

it may reset the body's rate of production.

Okay, good. Let's do that.

The excess neurotransmitters are acting like toxins in your body

and I have no idea how we scrub that out.

So, g.D. Has the most advanced waste reduction system in the world,

but we can't clean this stuff out of us?

Maybe we can.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's an oxygenation filtration system.

It should remove the excess acetylcholine from your system.

In theory.

In theory.

Once you're inside, we'll flood the chamber with an oxygen—rich plasma.

It's gonna take a moment to adjust.

You have to breathe the fluid into your lungs

but the chemical reaction will do the rest.

And if it doesn't?

You'll drown.

Well, this just gets better and better.

Nathan: Just breathe in, Carter. Slow and easy.

You have to take fluid into your lungs.

All right, we have to get him out of there.

Wait.

Allison: Nathan, he's going to drown.

Come on, Carter.

His acetylcholine levels are dropping.

Nathan: Oxygen's on the rise.

He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be fine.

And we have a cure,

which means we can keep moving fonnard with our research.

Let's get everyone up here and get them in treatment as soon as possible.

Morning, Henry!

Hey, Jack, how you feeling?

Well, I got a total-body enema.

Thank you for that very vivid image.

Actually, I'm just glad to have my dreams back to myself.

Yeah, I think a lot of people feel the same way.

Those were some disturbing images, huh?

Yes, that one of your birthmark is particularly haunting.

You know, there was one that was so familiar, it was like déja vu.

You, me, we're in the garage, and you said,

"I'll make it easy for you."

And there was a big flash of light.

Hmm.

I don't know. Dreams are funny that way.

Yeah.

Sports?

Yeah! You know me so well.