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[theme music]

(Freddy) You're in Springwood now.

And you're all mine.

[screaming]

[Freddy laughing]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Psychologist Brandon Keffler dies in a live broadcast

tormented by nightmares.

Are dreams lethal?

Blood stains on our studio floor suggest they are.

So, does the recent death of cameraman Garry Heath

who was destroyed by obsessions in his dreams.

And then, there's the most shocking death of all.

Stan Brooks the former host of this show

found dead in his bed smothered by his own pillow.

It all began when a mother sought help

for her son on this show.

Teenager Randy Jennings will be my guest as I explore

dreams that kill, on the next "Springwood Confidential"

with Charlie Nichels.

[audience clapping]

(Evan) Cut. We're clear.

Great timing.. That was really intense.

Yeah, well I told you this show's gonna be hot.

Hey, I'm not kidding you, Charlie.

Nobody in the business can hype a topic the way you can.

Well, since good old Stan was kind enough to die

during sweeps weeks, I figured the least I could do

is take advantage of it.

Hey, that was a joke, bubby.

It's a joke, a joke.

I knew that.

[sighs]

Huh, look at this.

Oprah's up two share points.

Say, maybe I ought to get a gimmick like that diet of hers

you know, shave my head or something.

Now, speaking of shaves, Scotty

be careful today, would ya?

My chin looks like hamburger from that razor

you used last time.

These sharp enough for ya?

Four blades to cut you excellent close.

(Charlie) Who are you?

What do you want?

I want you to forget the dream show.

Forget the dream show? Why?

You'll scare everybody awake

and I won't have anybody to play with.

But it's not that easy.

I already taped the promo.

'You do that show..'

and the next dream that kills..

will be yours.

[moans]

[gasps]

Look at this, I'm bleeding!

I'm real sorry, Mr. Nichels.

You jerked your head in your sleep.

You must have had a bad dream or something.

What the hell are you trying to do, slit my throat?

It's just a nick, Mr. Nichels.

I.. It won't happen again.

You damn right, it won't.

You are outta here.

You are history!

[intense music]

Thank you, thank you all very much

from the bottom of my heart.

You're too kind, really, too, too kind.

[chuckles] I could grow to love this showbiz stuff.

The excitement, the glamour.

The chicks.

Oh, like they say

fame and fortune are the stuff

dreams are made of.

Lights!

Camera!

Fr-r-reddy!

Any sign of him, yet?

Evan, stop worrying. Charlie is a pro.

He's not gonna skip out on you.

Charlie, we're on the air in 20 minutes.

- Where you've been? - I needed a shave.

So, I heard.

What exactly happened between you and Scotty anyway?

Well, nothing that canning the old guy wouldn't fix.

Charlie, he's been with this station for 20 years.

You couldn't give him a break?

Look, either you get a new make up man

or I get a new producer, your choice.

And by the way, I've been thinking it over, I'm, uh..

I'm pulling the plug on "Dreams That Kill."

What? Why?

Charlie, come on.

Because it's a dumb idea.

But it was your idea, Charlie. Everybody loves it.

[sighs] Look, Evan, I want another topic, that's all.

How am I supposed to book a new show at the last minute?

Is that a problem?

[scoffs] Yeah..

but I'll take care of it.

That's my girl.

See you after the show, baby.

Britt, how could you let him get away with that?

I love him.

Great!

[audience applauding]

[instrumental music]

And we're back with Enid Erickson the founder of

Mothers Against Musical Atrocities

or MAMA.

And joining us now is Monkey Puke Stone.

Lead singer of "Stone and the Stoners."

So, now, tell me what do I call you?

I call you Monkey, Mr. Pukes, Stone?

Wh-wh-what do you want here?

You can call me Peter.

Oh, Peter, is that your real name?

No, I just like it.

See, yesterday people called me Tim.

But I don't like Tim no more.

(Charlie) 'I see.'

Okay, Frank.

So, uh, tell me, how do you respond to Enid here

when she claims that your music

is corrupting the minds of American children?

Well, I respond by saying shut up.

[audience laughing]

I-I-I never heard of such a thing. I..

You heard me, I said shut your big fat mouth.

You know, you talk too much for a chick

who doesn't know what she's talking about.

Well, I never, I know exactly what I'm talking about.

You-you, hippie freak!

'Just look at you.'

'What kind of a role model are you'

for the... youth of America?

You know what this lady needs, don't you?

What's that?

Well, she needs a real man like you and me

to take her out back and give...

Oh-h! You're right, right! Okay, alright, fine. Yeah.

Yeah, so, uh, Enid

uh, tell me why do you think his music

'is corrupting our-our kids today?'

Take me out back and-and give me the what?

[scoffs] I know what you're implying, young man.

I wasn't born yesterday.

No, it was more like a hundred years ago.

Oh, you pervert!

- Ooh. - Oh, look, I-I'm trying...

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

[gasping]

Holy cow, uh, uh, go to commercial, now!

An-and somebody call the paramedics. Hurry!

Come on!

(Evan) 'Charlie?'

[intense music]

'Charlie?'

Charlie, come on, man.

[indistinct chattering]

[door opening]

[laughing]

Hey, there you are, Charlie.

How you feelin'?

Well, lot better than you look, bubby.

What's the matter, you run out of Clearasil, huh?

Suits upstairs. Aren't too crazy about the program.

Well, they wouldn't know a classic show if it

came wrapped in a Nielsen Report.

It's not funny, Charlie.

Management didn't like the way you lost

control out there yesterday.

- 'They'll get over it.' - Not this time.

They're pulling you off of "Springwood Confidential."

Oh, come on, get serious.

They already hired a new host and he starts today.

[gasps] That's ridiculous.

Uh, they can't just fire Charlie.

[chuckles] It's my show, Evan.

It's their station.

You think my fans are gonna stand for this?

They are loyal to me.

The ratings are gonna go right in the toilet.

And that's why this new guy wants to have

Charlie as his first guest.

To make a smooth transition.

Oh, really?

Well, you can have him stick his transition, man.

I'm not gonna lift a finger to help him.

(Evan) 'You're under contract, Charlie.'

The station will sue your socks off if you don't appear.

You know, I-I don't believe this is happening to me.

I mean, I'm Charlie Nichels for God's sake.

'I'm not one of your stupid hack announcers.'

Okay, okay, so where's this exciting new host

they found overnight?

Big mouth talk show hosts.

Do they deserve to live?

Be here for the next "Springwood Confidential" story.

[chuckles] Freddy Krueger.

[audience applauding]

Thank you. Thank you very much.

You're too beautiful, each and every one of you.

I love you all.

But now, let's get down to it.

When Charlie Nichels hosted this show

he used to grill his guest.

But, now, it's their turn

to gr-r-rill him!

[groaning]

[audience cheering]

Hey, how am I doing, [indistinct] breath?

Is the show hot enough for you?

Please, somebody help me!

Please!

[zaps]

Umm.

What do you think, babe?

I think, he's done, Freddy

Well, maybe you are well done!

[screaming]

Begin!

[dramatic music]

[audience cheering]

[instrumental music]

[gasping]

Charlie! Honey, honey, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

You-you want me to call the nurse?

Oh, no, no.

I was just having this nightmare, you wouldn't believe.

Look, would you mind getting rid of that?

It's my lunch, I'm starved.

I don't care. Get some damn yoghurt or something.

I don't want to look at that.

Ooh, it must've been some nightmare.

(Britt) 'You wanna talk about it?'

No, uh..

Well, either you talk about it

or I'm bringing back the chicken.

Okay, there was this weirdo.

Really, a really disgusting guy with a mangled face

and then he took over as host of the show.

I don't know, he was, he called himself Frankie

or Freddy or something.

Wait a minute.

That shrink who went bananas on the show remember

he was convinced that some guy named Freddy was after him.

- So? - So?

So, maybe it's the same guy, maybe he's after me, now.

Charlie, it was just a dream.

I wouldn't read too much into it.

Look, you just lay back and relax.

I'm gonna go get the doctor and tell her that you're up.

(Evan) 'Hey, Charlie. Great news.'

[chuckles] You're X-ray seemed to be fine, Mr. Nichels.

You'll have a headache for a while

'but that should be about it.'

So, what was the response to the show, have you heard?

They're calling it cheap sensationalism.

(Britt) Get outta here!

That was incredible stuff!

- Come on, the fight! - It's been done.

Geraldo owns a let's get physical gag.

What people want..

is the show we promoted, Charlie.

I told you before, I'm not gonna

do that show, "Dreams That Kill."

(Evan) But that's what everybody expects to see.

Yeah, well, then, let 'em watch Geraldo.

He-he's such a great trendsetter.

(Evan) 'Now, Charlie... '

Look, I told you before and I'm gonna tell you again

I will quit before I go on the air with that topic!

Gentlemen, please.

It's important that Mr. Nichels avoid getting this upset.

How can I do that with this moron harassing me?

I'd like to keep you here overnight for observation

just to be on the safe side.

In the meantime, here's something to help you sleep.

I'll look in on you later.

Thanks, doc, I appreciate it.

Get some rest, Charlie, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, right. - You hang in there.

Okay, Evan.

What are you doing?

Doctor told you to take that.

Forget it. No way I'm going back to that nightmare.

Charlie, listen to me.

I'm here with you.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

No one is going to get you

Except me.

Wh-what are you talking about?

Well, I thought you might need some help staying awake.

[laughs] Are you kidding me?

Unh-unh.

I've never been more serious in my life.

[instrumental music]

Ah, the miracles of modern medicine!

You're a devil..

[giggling]

Whoa! No!

[laughing]

- Are you alright, Mr. Nichels? - Ah! Uh..

(female #1) 'I thought I heard a scream.'

No, no, no, those, no screaming here, I didn't hear a scream.

Well, then I'm sorry.

Oh, would you like me to fluff your pillow.

No! No, no, I'll fluff 'em, it's fine.

Thanks.

Oh, wha-what's-what's going on out there?

Emergency case just came in.

A teenage boy had some kind of seizure while he was sleeping.

Poor thing, stabbed himself with darts in the throat.

My God! And that happened while he was asleep?

Can you believe it?

He's already lost so much blood

there's not much chance of his survival.

I'm sorry you had to see that, Mr. Nichels.

Hope you get back to sleep.

Wait a minute. Uh, what was his name?

(female #1) 'Whose name?'

The kid with the darts in his throat.

Jennings. Randy Jennings.

'Do you know him?'

Randy Jennings will be my guest as I explore dreams that kill

on the next "Springwood Confidential"

with Charlie Nichels.

No, no, I, uh..

No, I never heard of him.

[instrumental music]

Hey, Charlie, welcome back!

Yeah! Hey, what, no presents, huh?

Hey, you weren't gone that long.

Well, next time, I'll have to come up with

uh, more serious injuries.

Okay, everybody, back to work, okay.

You're a bunch of cheapskates.

No presents, no goofin' off.

So how you feelin'?

Well, uh, you tell me.

Have we, uh..

have we finally 86'd "Dreams That Kill?"

- It's dead and buried. - Good.

Then as soon as I get a little caffeine in me

I'll be as good as new.

Uh, did you get a new make-up man?

Yes, and he's supposed to be excellent.

Well, he better be, with these bags under my eyes

it looks like I need a skycap.

He looks a little ragged.

Are you sure he's okay?

Well, he didn't get much sleep last night.

Other than that, he's fine

[chuckles] Don't worry.

Once he gets in front of a camera

he'll be the same old Charlie.

"Well, folks, despite the outpouring of your mail..

"I'm back.

"I've even got a new notch in my noggin as

'"a souvenir of our last show.'

"I mean, could you believe those whackos we had on?

"They were too much.

"Now, uh, let's hope, today, I can duck the punches, alright?

"Oh, and speaking of today, what a show we got lined up for you.

"You probably already heard about

"the ordeal of one young man

"who recently survived a harrowing real life nightmare

"until last night, that is..

Last night Randy Jennings died."

Umm..

[chuckles] Well, you know, folks

somebody is trying to play some games with me here

but it isn't gonna work, so, we'll be right back

after these messages.

(Evan) 'Go to commercial.'

Conniving son of a bitch!

Charlie, Charlie, the station wants the show.

I don't care what they want, man.

Look, nobody makes me look like an idiot. You are fired.

I thought you were a pro.

Well, maybe I'd look..

Maybe I'd look like one with a different producer.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Well, let me tell you something, we promoted

the hell out of "Dreams That Kill."

Now, it's time to make goo on what we promised.

We're doing the show..

with or without you.

[scoffs] Oh, you slimeball.

Okay, okay, I'll do it. Give me a minute.

I'll run a clip we put together on Randy Jennings.

And you got exactly

four and a half minutes to pull it together.

Cue up the Jennings clip, guys.

(male #2) 'Alright, let's go. You heard him'

Yeah, maybe we should do a show on blackmail sometime.

[instrumental music]

Hey, somebody wanna fix that light?

This place looks like the "No Tell Motel" for God's sake.

Hey, you, buddy.

What's the matter, you hard of hearing or something?

I warned you not to do this show.

Look, can we talk?

[electricity crackling]

[panting] What are you gonna do?

[crying]

Light up your life!

[evil laugh]

We'll be coming out of commercial break in 15 seconds.

What's going on?

I don't know, must be a short somewhere.

Oh, God! He's fallen asleep.

Charlie, you okay?

(Evan) 'Oh, my God, he's been electrocuted.'

Don't touch him.

Turn off the power down here. Now!

Charlie, can you hear me?

Charlie!

[indistinct chattering]

(female #2) 'I wonder what happened to him.'

[ambulance siren blaring]

[door opens]

I know it's difficult.

But try to take comfort in knowing that

he's feeling absolutely no pain.

Are you sure about that, doctor?

He keeps twitching.

That's a strictly involuntary reaction.

No, Mr. Nichels is in a deep coma.

Wh-when is he gonna come out of it?

He is gonna get better, isn't he?

I wouldn't hold out too much hope for that.

I'm sorry.

Charlie.

[door closes]

[instrumental music]

(Freddy) Well, well, well.

How's my favorite patient today?

[chuckles] It's time for your physical, Charlie.

My instruments are ready.

Yes. Now, you must turn your head.

And cough!

[Charlie groaning]

[birds chirping]

Our next patient represents a most interesting case.

Mr. Nichels was electrocuted in a freak accident

while performing on television.

Vital signs remain weak

while beta brain wave activity is moderate.

Patient is unresponsive to treatment

and his condition continues to deteriorate steadily.

'Frankly, I don't know how he's hung on as long as he has.'

[eerie music]

(Freddy) 'How's it going, Charlie?'

Ready to test the old reflexes?

[evil laugh]

[screams]

Not bad, huh?

'Say, aah!'

[groans]

Looks like them little tonsils are gonna have to come out.

Oh, yeah.

Now, bed shock.

Take a deep breath.

And hold it.

[screams]

[Freddy laughing]

Are there any further questions regarding

the patient's condition?

Let's move on.

[device beeps]

Dr. Weiss, look at this.

It's a surge of alpha wave function.

That's highly unlikely, doctor.

Well, take a look for yourself.

'Those patterns look like the kind'

'we see in sleep therapy patients.'

(Dr. Weiss) 'Charlie Nichels has been in level three coma for weeks.'

Alpha activity is impossible in his condition.

Then how do you explain the readings?

I can't except that the monitor needs re-calibration.

He's dreaming.

Doctor, you're not being trained to jump to conclusions.

- But how else could... - 'Dr. Weiss, please call 800.'

(woman on speaker) 'Dr. Weiss, please call 800 stat.'

There's an emergency in the OR.

Come with me, doctors.

Time to actually apply what you've learned.

Doctor, did you hear your page?

Yeah, what's the situation?

Head trauma came in, motorcycle accident.

And he wasn't wearing a helmet, right?

At 60 miles an hour.

Damn it! When will they ever learn?

(woman on speaker) 'Dr. Weiss, please call 800 stat.'

[phone rings]

[machine beeping]

(Dr. Weiss) There's not much else I can do.

(Dr. Erwin) What's the prognosis, doctor?

(Dr. Weiss) That another 18-year-old boy won't see his 19th birthday.

(Dr. Erwin) But his vital signs seems so strong.

(Dr. Weiss) Yes, pulmonary and blood chemistry are normal

but I'm afraid, there's damage to the left cranial nerve.

(Dr. Erwin) Which means he will be incapable of most cognitive function.

(Dr. Weiss) And God knows what else.

Sew him up, doctor.

Dr. Weiss..

I have an idea, have you considered

the possibility of forced cell regeneration?

Don't be ridiculous.

Look... in one room, you have a terminal comma patient

with healthy brain waves, but no chance of survival.

And now you have this boy in desperate need

'of those healthy brain cells.'

What you're talking about is brain matter transplantation.

That's science fiction.

The regeneration of lobe tissue has shown fantastic potential.

This is a hospital, doctor. Not a research lab.

You are obviously unaware of the work

they are doing in Argentina.

I've read the literature, thank you.

Dr. Erwin, what you're suggesting is complicated

and problematic at best, not to mention unethical

and possibly illegal.

It's only been attempted on animals and with mixed results.

Fine, if that's your position doctor, then you can tell

the boy's family that their son, isn't worth attempting

the only procedure that might save his life.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

How are we tonight, Mr. Nichels?

May I call you Charlie?

Uh, I feel like I know you after seeing you so much on the tube.

We're a lot alike, you and I.

Guys who aren't free to tell the establishment

to take a flying leap.

Right?

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

[machine beeping]

[machine beeping]

Mark Lindstorm.

We haven't met.

My name is Dr. Erwin.

And I'm here to give you a chance to make medical history.

It's a two way street, kid

Your job..

is to accept these healthy brain cells.

My job is to get famous when you do it.

So let's both hope this works, shall we?

[intense music]

Alright, Mark. Follow my hand.

Can you tell us your name?

- I'm Mark Steven Lindstorm. - 'What's five times six?'

- 'Thirty.' - What's five times thirty?

- Hundred and fifty. - And what's 30 times 150?

I'm gonna need a calculator for that one, doc.

[laughs]

Well, Dr. Erwin, you seem to have done wonders

'with our young friend.'

Well, thank you. I... I'm glad you approve.

I didn't say I approve. You still have a lot to answer for.

But I can't deny the transformation

that's taken place over the last few weeks.

Congratulations.

So, Dr. Weiss wasn't too happy that I got well, huh?

No, it's not that.

It's just that sometimes older doctors

aren't quite so willing to take a chance on a new thing.

Yeah. Well, I'm glad, you were.

It's my job.

- Wait, wait a second. - What? What?

I just had a really weird feeling.

Who's room is this?

Ah, nobody's at the present.

Uh, used to belong to Charlie Nichels

'The talk show host.'

Charlie Nichels?

[chuckles] I had a feeling it was his room.

Where is he? I'd like to meet him.

He, uh, he passed away.

Last night.

Well, wait a second. Who's that?

(Dr. Erwin) 'That's Charlie's girlfriend.'

[intense music]

Britt?

Yes?

I-I guess I thought you were someone else. I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

How did you know my name was Britt?

I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry I bothered you.

[music continues]

[door opens]

Hi, honey.

Oh, hi.

I guess we do know each other.

I thought you might need some help staying awake.

You did?

'Well, I guess that wouldn't be such a bad idea.'

[instrumental music]

Oh, no, no, no. Wait a second.

My brother, Wally, put you up to this, didn't he?

'This-this is a joke, right?'

Unh-unh.

I've never been more serious in my life.

Ah, I was hoping you'd say that.

[music continues]

[music continues]

- Ma! - Sorry to wake you, darling.

They're letting me take you home today.

Isn't that nice?

Hey, that's-that's terrific, ma!

Well, everybody certainly is excited about seeing you.

Your friends have all been calling the house.

They can't wait to come over.

And of course, the neighbors want to stop by too.

That's great, ma.

Mark, what in the world are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

(Mrs. Lindstrom) 'When did you start smoking?'

'Put that out this instant.'

♪ Jimmy don't you tell me a lie ♪

♪ You looked the other way when I look you in the eye.. ♪♪

[tuning radio]

[classical music on radio]

You're certainly full of surprises, today.

Never thought I would live to see the day

when you listen to classical.

What, you have a problem with that too?

'Of course not, dear.'

Just that you always said, if it didn't have electric guitar

it wasn't music.

Yeah, well.

I changed my mind, alright.

Alright.

- Ma, turn here. - What?

Would you just do what I say?

Mark, what is wrong with you?

Maybe you should've stayed in the hospital a little longer.

Could you just pull in here?

Where are you going?

Relax, ma. I'm... I'm alright. Really.

Why don't you go on home..

and I'll see you later?

Okay?

Mark!

[intense music]

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, yeah. I'm here to do the show.

You're here to audition. How old are you?

How old are you, hotshot?

Here, fill up one of these and get in line.

Thanks, Evan.

(Evan) 'Next.'

Hi there.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping maybe you could tell me.

(male #3) 'Hi, and welcome to the new "Springwood Confidential."'

I'm your new host, George Nemchek

and what a wonderful new time, we're going to have together.

Next.

Can you believe this station gang?

I mean, come on, having a calico for a TV talk show host?

[scoffs] 'Gimme a break, what do they think that'

'any jerk walkin' in off the street'

is gonna be able to handle this gig?

I mean, who do they think that they're kiddin'?

Don't they realize that this job requires at least

a third grade education?

Cut!

Thank you for coming, everybody.

The auditions are over.

What's the deal, Evan? Come on. I was just warming up.

How do you know my name?

Lucky guess. Come on, you cut off my audition at the knees.

Look, I've heard enough. You got the job.

Oh, by the way, you do an uncanny Charlie Nichels.

Charlie Nichels?

[audience cheering]

I gotta tell you folks.

Sitting with me now are two amazing people.

Dr. Erwin and Dr. Weiss.

Now, these are the folks who took care of me

when I was in the hospital.

And Dr. Erwin here, is personally responsible for

restoring a part of my brain that was damaged beyond repair.

And we're just as pleased as you are, Mark.

Yeah, I'm sure, you got paid for it.

But no, seriously.

What you folks did is-is a miracle.

And I know there are lot of people out there

who'd like to know exactly how you did it.

Unfortunately, that's not possible, Mark.

- Oh, here we go. - Let me finish.

The procedure Dr. Erwin used needs more research

before it can be tried again.

That's your opinion, doctor.

One minor episode is hardly conclusive. You got lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

- I am a trained... - Oh, you're a fraud.

You know nothing about medicine.

Oh, aren't you such an expert!

You know, you can't even put on your own scrubs...

That's it, I'm gonna take you up

on formal charges with the AMA.

'You're not gonna be allowed to practice this voodoo medicine.'

- 'Is that a threat?' - 'That's a promise.'

(Dr. Erwin) 'You can just go right ahead to the AMA'

'because I'm gonna put you on..'

[eerie music]

I thought, I killed you already, Nichels.

- Hey, who are you? - Who are you?

This is supposed to be Charlie Nickels' dream!

I'm not Charlie Nickels. I'm-I'm Mark Lindstrom.

What the hell? As long as I'm here..

I kinda like this, killing two jerks with one stone.

(Dr. Weiss) 'Mark? Mark?'

Oh, what happened?

You lapsed into a state of impenetrable somnolence.

What?

You were in some kind of trance.

You were there for a while and finally

had to dub out of the show.

What do you remember, Mark?

Wait a minute. What you guys didn't see it?

See who?

The crazy guy, who snuck up behind me

and tried to kill me.

He said, he was supposed to be in Charlie Nickels' dream

whatever that means.

(Britt) Oh, my God!

Freddy.

Charlie was having exactly the same nightmares.

- 'He was?' - There's your proof, doctor.

You went too far.

You said, doctor, one episode is hardly conclusive.

W-w-wait, what are you guys talking about?

(Dr. Weiss) 'You were injected with brain cells'

taken from Charlie Nickels.

Unfortunately, Dr. Erwin took them from the occipital lobe

'the dream center of the mind.'

'The proper procedure would have been to'

transplant cells from the parietal lobe.

The center for conscious thought.

That's great, I mean, no wonder everybody thought

I was acting like Charlie Nickels.

You even gave me his nightmares.

Look, look, this could be an isolated incident.

Let's not overreact.

I'm gonna see to it that you never practice medicine again.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait a second. What about me?

I mean, I'm the one who's got this guy runnin' around

inside my head, huh.

'Uh, y-y-you gotta give me an antidote.'

There is no antidote, Mark.

At this point, all we know is that Charlie's cells are

multiplying in your brain..

and there's no way to stop them.

[dramatic music]

[birds chirping]

What are you doing?

Uh, flushing out your circulatory system

in hopes that the fresh blood will have

a cleansing effect on your brain cells.

This may make you a little dizzy..

'...or light-headed.'

Okay, just as long as it doesn't make me go to sleep.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[gasps]

If you gotta go

you gotta go.

And, now, it's your turn.

Umm-mm.

[chuckles]

I hate the caramel ones.

One of these?

[screaming]

[evil laugh]

Help me!

Somebody help me.

[Freddy laughing]

[intense music]

[screams]

There's only one cure for me, buddy boy..

you gotta die.

[grunts]

[gasping]

Unh-unh-mm.

Mm-mm-mm.

[laughing]

[screaming]

[gasps]

[glass shatters]

[indistinct chatter]

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaks]

[grunts]

[intense music]

- Mark, for God's sake. - Shut up, doc.

There's only one thing I want to hear from you

and that's what you're gonna do for an antidote.

We've already told you, Mark. There isn't an antidote.

You said, you were looking into it.

You said, you were running tests in the lab.

We're running those tests but

this isn't an overnight thing.

It could take months, it could take years

before we find a way to reverse

the spurt of those cells in your brain.

Wrong answer, doc.

Mark.. God!

Don't you think this situation is killing me inside.

Not as much as it's going to.

Mark? Mark! Wait!

'Listen.'

'You've proved your point, Mark.'

'You've really motivated me, I'm gonna get in the lab'

'and I'm gonna find that antidote.'

Please, listen.

Mark, I know I can do it too.

I think, we're very, very close to unlocking the secret

of this thing.

Honestly, seriously, Mark.

I think we're probably just a matter of days

before we give you something.

Now, you understand why we didn't tell you, don't you?

'We just didn't want you to get your hopes up'

'too soon. That's all.'

Mark, please, please, please, please.

Do you know what it's like.

Do you have any idea

what it's like having him inside your head?

- Everywhere you turn... - No, no, I can imagine.

No, you can't imagine.

But you will.

[sobbing] No! No!

I figure it's only right that I should

have some company, no?

And who better than you?

'You're the man, who made me what I am today.'

Mark, Mark, please don't. Mark, please don't.

(Mark) 'This is how you did it, right?'

'Straight into the ear?'

Welcome to Freddy's fun house.

[screaming]

Ah-h-h.

Music to my ears.

[laughing]

I guess, that guy just learned something

they don't teach in medical school.

[chuckles]

An apple a day..

won't keep Freddy away!

Uh-uh, not on your life.

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