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Good morning, Dr. Roberts.

You had 56 minutes of REM sleep.

Good morning, Dr. Roberts.

You had 56 minutes of REM sleep.

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

♪ I will learn to survive ♪

Hello and welcome to Modern Psychiatry.

I'm your host, Dr. Michael Westfield.

On today's show, we're going to discuss

the rare but fascinating syndrome

that is shared psychotic disorder.

We can define this
diagnosis as a delusion

that develops in an individual

who is in a close relationship

with someone who already has
an established delusion.

For instance, take one couple...

Thank you.

Sorry, I wish the jacket
wasn't necessary.

Please, sit.

What happened to Homer?

What happened to Homer?

Prairie, what happened to us?

We traveled into another dimension.

Into other versions of ourselves!

- Selves with completely different lives.
- Not completely.

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

- same father...
- Yes.

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

Even has the same...

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

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

He never heard the "whoosh,"

never got obsessed with
near-death experiences.

He's quite a celebrity.

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

When I was in Nina's apartment, I...

recognized her childhood photographs

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

- Right.
- But...

Nina never went blind.

She got to go to college

and Paris.

It's amazing, isn't it?

And I was wrong. Near-death experiences

are not glimpses into an afterlife.

They're glimpses into other lives.

A garden of forking paths.

A self that... that encountered

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

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

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

Here.

It seems...

there's the body,

and there's, uh...

The soul.

Or mind, consciousness, whatever.

And evidently...

it can jump...

into another dimension,
leaving the body behind.

Now, my consciousness jumped...

into Doctor Percy.

Yours into Nina Azarova.

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

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

didn't make it into Dr. Roberts.

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

All right. Well, two
days after I left you

in a manner I'm not proud of...

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

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

Sodium pentothal.

Paralysis sets in after 11 minutes.

The heart stops in 13 to 15.

You've killed us.

It's over for all of us.

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

or we die here in this field together.

It's up to you.

We'll get him on the other side.

Carbon monoxide!

Get the rest of those windows open!

Somebody call 911!

And open the windows! Get everyone out!

You okay?

What the fuck are you doing?

Dr. Percy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay? Okay?

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

- Okay. We're okay. We're okay.
- Yeah!

Like you always said,

same play, different cast.

Across many dimensions through time.

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

We're discovering the
science of destiny.

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

I still don't understand why Homer...

Homer Roberts in this dimension

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

All right? He... he adores me.

Then, my Homer...

That Homer is dead in a
field in North Dakota.

No.

No. It can't have been for nothing.

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

The fact that we're here
having this conversation

is proof that it wasn't.

We have so much to figure out.

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

Are they infinite? Can we affect them?

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

How do you control the jump?

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

It's godlike, Prairie.

But I jumped into the darkness.

And I could've jumped into a dimension

where I was brain-damaged or dead.

You know, you...

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

Somehow you navigated.

Please.

Just tell me how you did it.

Okay.

Yes, Dr. Percy?

Ms. Azarova is feeling uncooperative.

She's ready to return to her room.

Uncooperative? I'll wake Homer up

and break us both out of this prison.

And you're not a doctor,
you're not even a scientist,

you're a warden.

No matter what dimension you're in.

You're clouded by the past, Prairie.

It's okay.

Maybe one day...

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

- You okay, doctor?
- Yeah.

Just watch your head.

Meals in the room.

Total isolation until she can
recover non-violent behavior.

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

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

Homer!

Homer!

Homer!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Let her go!

Let her go!

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

It's okay. I'm here.

Shh!

It's okay.

Shh!

Shh!

This is gonna help you relax.

It's a very, very mild sedative.

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

Sleep is essential to their stability.

This is gonna help you
get some sleep as well.

You've forgotten.

You'll remember.

Take her.

Have a PBR?

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

Y'all planning on a long night?

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

We get fired if we talk about CURI.

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

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

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

I like the color.

Okay if I sit down?

Five of hearts. What do you think?

You'll fall in love five times.

Well, guess I still have a few left.

I'm not a reporter.

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

A drummer.

No, they don't hire them that young.

Define young. No minors?

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

See you tomorrow.

See you tonight.

What happened to her?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Look, she copied the
CURI logo in her notes.

What goes on in there?

Just generally, giving away no secrets.

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

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

There's something about you

that makes you a particular
kind of dreamer.

You got recruited because you're good?

Does this say you're recruited?

You don't recognize this?

Are you a mind reader or a detective?

Listen, I just pay attention, okay?

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

I don't need to know any
Silicon Valley secrets,

but if there is something

that you think can help me,

then please, help me.

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

Every night,

each of us have four, maybe five dreams.

They wake us up after our REM cycle

and record us reciting the dreams.

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

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

- What for?
- I don't know.

She's looking for something.

- But for what?
- I don't know.

But some dreams are more
important to her than others.

Okay, okay.

Your dream stuff, they analyze it.

How's this connected to the
disappearance of Michelle?

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

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

she disappeared.

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

Pierre Ruskin was in the building,

and when he found out she was gone,

he turned over a whole
table of computers.

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

- And when was this?
- Two weeks ago.

That's when Michelle went missing.

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

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

I have a life, Karim.

I need an address for Dr. Marlow Rhodes.

- You got anything besides the name?
- Female.

Worked at CURI until a
couple of weeks ago.

What's CURI?

Pierre Ruskin's dream
factory in Oakland.

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

You on an IP case?

- Missing kid.
- Sex worker?

- Tech weirdness.
- Why am I not surprised?

- How are you, Mo?
- I'm with an author

who's about to publish a feminist text.

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

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

Right. So the usual. But how are you?

As big as a cow.

Well, here's one for you then.

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

Brown-chicka-brown-cow.

Fuck you, Karim.

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

I don't know. He's off somewhere.

So, you gonna take my statement?

I'm taking my son to the Giants.

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

Kid likes to catch batting practice.

Fuck!

What about the jumper?

Brain dead.

- And toxicology?
- Nope.

Yo.

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

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

Your kid wasn't in that house.

We checked the last four
weeks and saw nobody.

Stop. Go slower.

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

My mistake.

It's just you and the
Vietnamese gentleman.

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

Hey, go back.

Freeze there.

Then how'd he get in there?

Pierre.

I've been trying to reach you.

I'm sorry. It's been a difficult day.

How is Nina?

Frankly, not well. She's delusional.

She's had a serious breakdown.

Did she go to the house by herself?

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

Well, Pierre, you told me she was upset

before the episode on the ferry.

We have to face the possibility that...

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

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

Are you sure that's best?

Hunter.

What I'm saying is...

uh, maybe...

given her misgivings about you...

it's fortuitous that she's here,

where she can concentrate
exclusively on her recovery.

I see what you mean.

I'm sending you a new subject.

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

So, I need to talk to you about Nina...

Pierre, I have to cut
you off. I'm sorry.

There's something I have
to deal with immediately.

I'll call you back.

Yes. Homer, speak.

I made a mistake this morning.

I sedated Ms. Azarova because I was

worried about her disturbing
the other patients.

Okay.

I don't believe in medicating a patient

who is obviously traumatized by it.

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

I... I don't like
isolation as punishment.

It... It feels penal, not medical.

Honestly, I've been more of prison guard

than a doctor the last two months.

So you're criticizing my methods?

Of course not.

Why don't you take over her treatment?

Me?

Yes. You.

Unless you have reservations.

No. No. No, it's not that.

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

Well...

Nina thinks I'm some kind
of irredeemable monster.

I'm making no progress.
She thinks that you're...

That I'm her soulmate.

That kind of transference can be useful.

So, follow her lead.

In particular, find out how
she thinks she got here

from this other dimension.

The others say that we
all arrived together.

She thinks she came some other way.

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

There's not a single case of
shared psychotic disorder

among complete strangers. Not one.

Until now.

Let's make history
together, Dr. Roberts.

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Karim! Fuck!

It's me!

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

I came to fucking tell you something.

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

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

I tripped because my goddamn
center of gravity is off.

Why didn't you just call?

Okay.

First, I need some crackers. Or bread.

Your houseboat is already
making me nauseous.

"Nauseated."

Tell me you found something.

She was MI-5.

- Big data.
- Who, Rhodes?

Yeah, for over a decade.

And then in 2010 she
got headhunted by...

By Pierre Ruskin.

Uh-huh.

Fourteen days ago, she left CURI.

After that, I've got nothing.

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

Like the best I've ever seen.

No phone, no e-mail.

All day, and the only
thing I got was, like,

a cache of an old Facebook page.

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

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

and now it's like she doesn't exist.

You didn't drag yourself and
a half onto my houseboat

to tell me you got nothing.

What?

She was audited...

in 2013.

You hacked the IRS?

You hacked the fucking IRS?

- Help me up.
- Jesus Christ, Mo.

Oh, God.

What did the prostitute
say to the sailor? Hmm?

You didn't get this from me.

I still don't have her address,

but most of her receipts
are from this bookstore.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh!

You okay?

She's kicking. You wanna feel?

Homer.

Wake up, Homer. Wake up, Homer.

Wake up.

Ms. Azarova?

Ms. Azarova, you're already late

for therapy session with Dr. Roberts.

With Homer?

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

Does Hap watch these sessions?

Hap?

Dr. Percy.

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

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

before.

Our sessions are confidential.

Unless you tell me you
intend to commit a crime

that I have to report by law.

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

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

Hap told me how he got you all here.

We were in a field.

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

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

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

That Scott and Renata told me.

Yes. I like Scott.

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

Doesn't it seem strange to you

that they both remember the same thing?

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

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

Why do you think that is?

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

He's using you.

Just like he used you to trap Renata.

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

You avoided my question.

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

Is her memory also unique?

Rachel can't speak.

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

She can't form or understand words.

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

So she doesn't... sing?

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

In group she can nod in agreement.

Anything more complicated
than that is beyond her.

She used to sing for us all the time.

Ah, do you remember this?

- You mean jumping jacks?
- Yeah.

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

It would.

It would feel very familiar to me.

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

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

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

I had an NDE?

Yeah.

A Near-Death Experience.

I've never had one of those.

It's natural to be
preoccupied with death

when you lose someone close.

Your father passed away
recently, didn't he?

No. I lost my father when I was eight.

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

Nina only lost her
father a few months ago.

She was lucky.

This distinction you're making,

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

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

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

traveled to this dimension
into these bodies.

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

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

what happened to Nina and Dr. Percy.

I want you to see me.

Remember me.

Not as some therapy
thought experiment...

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

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

That we used to piss and shit

and drink and bathe
from the same stream.

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

and the only thing we
could touch was glass.

But you loved me.

I asked you to believe
in impossible things.

You never once looked
at me like I was crazy.

That is why I cannot give up on you.

I will not give up on you.

Oh, my God.

That's you up there.

What?

NDEs take you into the future.

You said in your NDE that the tunnel

was actually the
crawl-space of a ceiling,

and there were pipes everywhere.

That's you up there!

- That's me?
- Yes.

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

Nothing up here. See?

You described that exact moment to me.

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

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

We have to stop for today.

Please, don't send me back to the cell.

Please, let me be with my friends.

After your recent episodes,

we can't release you into
the general population.

I wasn't violent today, was I?

- Nina, one day isn't...
- Please.

I'm so lonely.

Dr. Roberts, sorry to interrupt.

A patient in his underwear
and a pink coat

is running around the halls.

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

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

Wait, wait! You don't understand

what's happening out there right now.

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

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

Stay with Ms. Azarova
while I sort this out.

Hello?

Anybody here?

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

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

I wanted to get her a little thank you.

I know this is her favorite store.

- It is?
- Uh-huh.

- Who is she?
- Marlow Rhodes.

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

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

Speculative fiction is always good,

although recently, an
odd turn to memoir.

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

in three hours.

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

We deliver to her all the time.

It's difficult for her
in the rainy season.

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

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

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

What's your name?

Prairie.

Prairie.

He said,

"I'm your friend.

And my name is...

Homer."

OA!

Hey, Darmi.

Hey.

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

No.

Do me a favor.

Let's release Nina Azarova

into the general population
for rec room hours.

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

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

- I take full responsibility.
- Hmm.

Straight ahead.

Renata?

How do you know my name?

You don't recognize me?

Do you...

Where am I from?

Cuba. You were in Havana
until Hap kidnapped you.

Oh, yeah.

I remember that story, too.

But it is a lie.

A delusion.

My family immigrated to
Miami when I was 12.

You're crazy.

Keep away from me!

You're so...

Clean.

Healthy.

My body at least.

We've never touched.

You're so much tinier than I thought.

I'm sorry.

Don't take Renata personal.

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

is a crazy part of her brain talking.

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

But we're alive.

Together.

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

How did you get here?

The boys.

And Betty.

Betty Broderick Allen.
We called her BBA.

I told them everything.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Marlow Rhodes?

You are not with Ruskin.

And you are not police.

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

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

Michelle Vu.

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

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

You quit, you left CURI

right about the same time Michelle
stopped texting her grandma.

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

I don't know. But I suspect you do,

and I suspect that's why you quit.

Either you had something
to do with this,

or you found out and
couldn't stomach it.

So which is it? Guilty
party or moral defector?

I went through 20 of these drones

before I got it right, Mr. Washington.

Crows, you know, defend
their nests with numbers.

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

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

Tear a drone apart.

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

the crows stop attacking.

If I did speak about CURI,

it would be violating the
terms of my departure.

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

I'm sorry, Mr. Washington,

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

You know, I was an agent at the FBI.

Five years of fieldwork.

I was undercover in Muslim
communities all across America.

I was searching for radicals.

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

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

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

called and texted them,
listened to them,

drove around with them...

went to Friday prayers with them.

You know, when it came time for them

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

And we arrested them.

But I'm telling you not one of them

knew anything about guns or
bombs before they met me.

All right? I taught them all of that.

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

I... too have broken no
constitutional laws.

But I have violated larger moral ones.

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

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

Nothing happened the way
I imagined it would.

But they did the movements there
in the cafeteria that day

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

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

how the hell did you walk into ours?

Hap asked me the same thing.

I just thought of Homer.

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

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

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

But the harder I tried to reach Homer,

the harder Dr. Roberts tried to fix me.

Yeah, but look at that tank.

Remember? In Homer's NDE,

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

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

He's watching us now, isn't he?

Behind the glass.

What if instead of
trying to wake up Homer,

we try to expose Hap?

If Homer could see who
Dr. Percy really is,

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

She's been in the lab.

Hap forces her to help.
God knows what the fuck

he's got going on in there.

You've seen what he's working on.

Could you draw it?

OA, she can't.

She can't.

Not with words or letters or symbols.

It's okay.

Okay.

What's a way to talk without words?

Overlap specialist, it
refers to dream overlap,

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

What's this gotta do with Michelle?

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

See, CURI was based on a graduate thesis

written by a Russian
student at the Sorbonne

about a mystical phenomenon
in Germany in the 1920s,

where a few dozen psychoanalysts

discovered their patients
were dreaming the same dream.

The rivers of Berlin
running red with blood,

men in black shirts, paired snakes.

I mean, this was a
decade before the Nazis.

And this really happened?

Books have been published on it.

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

There's always a war.

There's a river of blood right now,

whether someone's dreaming of it or not.

I knew someone would eventually find me.

And I'm glad it's you.

But they did dream it, Mr. Washington.

And it did happen
exactly as they'd seen.

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

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

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

No, you designed the game

and then when it started
luring children, you quit?

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

I did quit because the
project crossed a line,

but it was not a moral one.

What's that supposed to mean?

There is a boundary
that must be respected.

I quit because Ruskin
crossed that boundary.

Hey, and what boundary is that?

If something from the waking
world enters a dream,

it's natural.

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

well, that is unnatural.

I certainly can't get that.

I'm not wearing a wire.

There are no precautions
satisfactory enough for

what I'm about to tell you next.

Uh, Boardwalk hotel!

Um, the clinic? Here? The clinic?

A house?

Yes?

A house. Okay.

A house.

Um...

- People?
- Rainbow. Rainbow cellars.

- Skittles! Taste the rainbow!
- Children!

Teenagers!

Teenagers? Yes?

A house and teenagers.

Okay. Yeah.

Colonialism!

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

It's a map.

It's a map.

Hap's building an inter-dimensional map.

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

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

Look. Rachel's figured
out how to communicate.

Okay. Uh...

- A flower?
- A flower. A garden?

- A greenhouse?
- Light.

A plant?

- Leaves?
- A tulip!

Stop!

Stop it now!

A house, children, a map...

I want this group broken up here!

These three, take back to their rooms.

No contact between them whatsoever!

I want Ms. Azarova back in isolation!

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

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

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

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

Thank you, Ms. Azarova.

Okay. Sorry, everybody.

Carry on.

Okay.

No wire.

Here's your aircraft.

Take this.

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

At first, it's just noise.

Each dreamer undergoes four
extended REM sessions per shift.

That's over 400 dreams
to process every day.

No single set would make much sense,

but over a few months,
mining thousands of dreams,

translating the words into images,
definite patterns emerge.

I dreamt I was crawling
down a long tunnel.

It was a double-sided staircase.

Last year, a new pattern
began to show itself.

In a weekly set of 2,000 dreams,

the same three images began to appear

at a rate just above coincidence.

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

that the coincidence part was gone.

The details of the dreams
were very different,

but in each, the same
three things emerged:

A tunnel the size of a coffin;

a curved, double-sided staircase,

and a rose stained-glass window.

I mean, there are millions

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

But there is only one building,

one building in the whole world
which contains all three.

A house in San Francisco.

On Nob Hill.

CURI was how Ruskin found
ridesharing, blockchain.

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

The house, though...

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

I don't think anyone does.

The game was designed
to lure them to it.

To prepare them for it.

To help Ruskin figure out what it is.

That's... all I know.

I've been inside that house. It's...

it's just a regular old house.

Then you have not really
been inside that house.

Window.

Staircase.

Where the fuck is this tunnel?

- Mo.
- I found it,

but it took some serious digging.

The house, 9783 Sutter,

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

That trust belongs to a
woman named Nina Azarova.

And I don't like this one, Karim.

Russian trusts? MI-5?

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

Karim? Karim, you there?

Mo.

Yeah?

Can you find her address
for me? Nina Azarova?

That's what you gave me.

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

Wait. What the fuck?

Nina Azarova...

has been committed.

A 5250.

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

A clinic.

On Treasure Island.

All right. Thank you, Mo.

_

_

Mr. Ruskin wants you to know

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

I can see them.

I can hear them.

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

There's a seed inside every brain.

And somehow the house awakens it.

Here she comes.

Come on.

It's remarkable, isn't it?

Every time.

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

and I can't trust you after today.

Please sterilize these for me, Rachel.

Thank you.

She was disoriented.
It's understandable.

She's insisting on playing
out the same drama.

I don't know how anybody

who's been through the
experience we had together

can be blinded by such pettiness.

Imagine, Rachel,
traveling to a dimension

where you never had a car crash,

where you had your voice back,

or you sang in Carnegie Hall.

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

There comes a time when
we have to go further

than what's just right in front of us.

It's the spirit of exploration.

I remember we used to have that spirit.

She probably still does
somewhere in there.

Reawaken!

Imagination.

Rachel, I need you to
understand something.

What you saw in there

is one of the greatest
scientific achievements...

Rachel?

Rachel?

Michelle!

Michelle, you left the
front door open again!

My name's not Michelle. It's Buck!

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