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# I heard the Earth
was calling #
# far, far away #
# So Nellie the elephant
packed her trunk #
# and said good-bye
to the circus #
# Off she went with a
trumpetey-trump #
# Trump, trump, trump #
# The head of the herd
was calling, #
# far, far away #
# They met one night
in silver light #
# They met one night
in the silver light #
Evening,
little ladies.
# So Nellie the elephant
packed her trunk, #
# Off she went with a
trumpety-trump, #
# Trump, trump,
trump, trump #
# The head of the herd
was calling, #
# far, far away #
MetroCard
Baby,
we're gonna run.
Damn it!
Mommy didn't say that.
Oh...
It'll fly away, baby.
# The head of the herd
was calling, #
# far, far away #
# So Nellie the elephant
packed her trunk, #
# and said good-bye
to the circus, #
# Off she went
with a trumpety-trump #
# Trump, trump, trump #
It's our lucky day,
baby.
Here it comes.
Oh!
42 St. Grand Central
We have a
low-pressure center here,
backed up with a cold front
coming across the east.
And then,
here in the west,
we've got a
high-pressure ridge
coming in with a warm front
that's descending
across the western part
of the country...
- What that means is--
- I always hated you could do that.
I always hated that
you could date two guys
at the same time.
Really, Liv?
What time
did you wake up?
Are you okay?
Aunt Liv,
I'm getting vascinations.
"Vaccinations."
Come on, baby,
go get dressed.
They put something
dead inside you.
Dead!
Into your blood.
Gruesome.
Ella Jae,
please go get dressed.
Yes.
"Gruesome."
- Gruesome?
- That's a good word.
And in other news,
a suicide
on the New York Subway System
last night
got rush hour off to a
slow start this morning.
Risa Pears, a New York City
school teacher and
mother of an
18-month-old daughter
flung herself in front of
an oncoming train last night
while returning home
from the circus.
Transcript: Yyets.net
Final Edits By: VeRdiKT
[Subscene.com]
S01E17:
Bad Dreams
Federal Building
Boston
I want permission
to go to New York
to investigate a case.
What is it?
A suicide
on the subway.
I read about it in the paper,
this morning.
How exactly is this
a case?
I believe that the woman
may have been murdered.
There may have been
extraordinary circumstances.
What kind of
extraordinary circumstances?
I'm listening.
Uh...
That's all
I'm comfortable saying
at the moment, sir.
Dunham,
are you all right?
For the
last few weeks,
you've seemed...
distracted.
On edge.
I haven't been
sleeping very well.
I wouldn't be asking
if this wasn't important.
Dunham, you're a crucial part
of this operation.
You're very valuable
to me.
Thank you.
24 hours.
Then I want you back on the job,
head clear.
Thank you.
Harvard University
Olivia,
it was a nightmare.
It felt like
I was really there.
No, you were asleep
in your bed.
Wait a minute.
Have you experienced any nausea,
Agent Dunham?
Rashes, hair loss,
even...
- a strand or two on the pillow?
- No.
Any pain urinating,
or blood?
I don't think
you're helping.
Is that a--
Yeah,
a geiger counter.
Not a rad.
I thought you might have
teleported to New York
in your sleep
and killed her.
Wouldn't that
have been wondrous?
But even the
most controlled matter
to energy transmutation
leaves behind
some background radiation so...
Ergo, you are not
actually there.
Great, well,
I'm glad we got that cleared up.
- Astral...
- Astrid.
Projection.
A spirit walk,
as it were.
No, no, no,
you wouldn't have
had sufficient corporeal
form to interact
with the young woman.
Here we go.
It's like
listening to a broken record,
but the lyrics
keep on changing.
She had
a bad dream.
No,
I could smell the platform.
I saw her baby
staring at me.
I saw her face
before I saw the news.
How is that possible?
***?
It wasn't
just a dream.
Was it?
New York it is.
I love New York.
Oh...
We could catch
a show!
Pippin!
Uh, ooh...
No!
# Cats fit
on the window sill #
- # Children fit in the snow #
- Walter, you're staying here.
I'll make it
up to you.
# Why do I feel like #
# I don't fit in
anywhere I go? #
That is the Jackson Five,
right?
Hmm?
Absolutely.
Grand Central Station
She said to
meet her at the clock.
There she is.
Uh,
you the two?
Uh, Dunham, Bishop.
FBI.
You know,
you shouldn't eat those.
About 30 years
too late on that.
Can you show us
where this actually happens?
Yep.
Let's go.
Are we safe?
Sorry?
FBI comes
into my house.
First thing I need to ask is,
"Are we safe?"
I'm not sure
we're ever really safe.
We're as safe as houses.
What can you tell us
about this suicide?
Just like it said
in the papers...
Risa Pears, 28...
Decided to take a header
in front of the seven train.
So what makes you think that
it was a suicide?
Security cameras
got it all.
I'd like to take a look
at that tape myself.
All right,
we'll set you up, Agent.
What, exactly,
are we looking for here?
Humor me.
There's gonna be a balloon
floating on the ceiling.
A red one.
The husband was away
on business in Seattle.
He just flew
back in.
He's giving a statement
down at the station.
Come on,
this doesn't fit the profile.
Married,
a baby.
You don't take your kid
to the circus
and give him a
front-row seat
to watch
you kill yourself.
And then there's that.
Yeah.
This doesn't make
any sense.
Uh-uh, she'd been waiting to go
to the circus.
And she's from here.
We met in Chicago.
I mean, she kept saying
that she wanted...
to take Lucy
to the circus.
Okay?
She used to sing you this song
about elephants.
We were happy.
She wouldn't kill herself.
You've gotta believe me.
She would never
kill herself.
Agent?
The surveillance you wanted
is ready.
Thank you.
Sh--she wouldn't do it.
She just wouldn't.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
This is the digital backup.
The primary drive
is in evidence.
Can you
slow this down?
- Just start at the top.
- Mmm-hmn.
Can I get
a copy of this?
See,
it doesn't make any sense.
I remember things
from the crime scene.
I remember pushing her.
You know dreams
aren't always literal.
Perhaps you killed this
young woman...
in some less-direct way.
No, no, no,
no, no, no.
We just watched her
kill herself.
Perhaps you compelled her
to jump using your mind.
Do you have any reason
to want her dead?
Romantic rival,
perhaps?
What?
I didn't even
know her.
- Then why did you kill her?
- I don't know.
Stop, both of you.
Stop.
Nobody killed anybody.
I'm surprised at you,
Peter.
Agent Dunham
is your friend.
You trust her.
She says she killed that girl.
Are you so presumptuous
to believe her
only when she says
what you want to hear?
Your mother was
a bit like that.
Consider this question.
What is mankind's
oldest dream?
- World peace?
- Oh, hardly.
It's a social construct
imposed by an awareness
of our own mortality.
Should have gone with
"Great taste, less filling," huh?
What is the greatest desire
of the weak
and the subjugated?
Of the man
whose fire is stolen
by an opponent
whose only advantage is
the luck of
superior size.
We're stealing fire?
I think we're cavemen
in this story.
Whose woman is wrenched away
by brutality and force.
Sexist cavemen
at that.
Simple.
To kill with thought.
To wish someone dead.
To ***
with the mind.
Come on,
that's ridiculous.
You're right,
I'm sure.
Unless, of course,
it happens again.
# We met on the veer #
# It roam as the sidewalk
can stray #
# In the candlelight
and wine #
# her hand
go and find #
# No wonder my heart,
lifts away #
- # Don't stop #
- Why would you do that?
What?
Come on.
Do you think
it's okay
to just flirt with her
like that?
Honey, honey,
please.
What is it...
I'm not young enough?
Honey,
is there something wrong?
- I'm not sexy enough anymore?
- Honey, would you relax?
- What are you doing to me?
- Would you relax?
- What is the matter with you?
- You ***!
- Just calm down.
- You cheating ***!
I can't stand the way
you're looking at her.
You cheating ***!
Uhh! Uhh!
Ahh! Ahh!
Uh!
Charlie.
Charlie, it's me.
Uh,
there's been a ***.
St. Vincent's Hospital
I tried to kill him.
I have a half-dozen
witnesses' statements say
she stabbed
her husband.
Yeah,
I was there.
No.
You were 300 miles away.
Somehow,
I'm killing these people in my dreams.
Hello.
Uh, Agent Olivia Dunham.
- This is Peter Bishop.
- Hi.
So what can you tell us,
Doctor?
The, uh,
damage was quite severe.
Upper and lower intestines
both shredded.
She, um,
essentially gutted him.
He's gonna die.
That's why they gave her
permission to be here.
So your name is
Mouse?
Nickname.
From college.
I'm quiet...
I guess.
Maybe just...
tell us what you remember.
We were at dinner.
Tuesdays,
we go out.
We decided Italian.
I don't know
what happened.
I just...
It doesn't make
any sense.
Billy's devoted to me.
Suddenly...
I knew he was gonna
leave me.
I was
convinced of it.
And I got so...
scared.
I got so angry.
How could I do this?
Maybe...
you didn't mean to hurt him.
I mean,
maybe somebody made you do it.
- Like, compelled you.
- Agent Dunham?
I mean, did it--did it
feel like there was
someone else in your head
making you stab him?
I tried to
kill my husband, right?
- How-how is this happening to me?
- Agent Dunham.
- Oh, God.
- Okay...
Agent Dunham,
I need to talk to you,
right now.
It wasn't you.
Olivia, what, exactly,
do you think you're doing?
I made her do it, Peter.
You're running on
no sleep.
And if I'm right,
caffeine pills.
I faked my way through grad school,
remember?
You need to calm down.
You're not
thinking straight,
and you're not
making any sense.
Peter...
What is happening
to me?
Hey...
- Woah! We're closed.
- FBI.
Great.
Fun times.
So what can you
tell me about
what happened here
last night?
I got nothing
new for you, FBI.
Humor me.
Sure.
Middle of dinner,
*** gets up
and stabs her husband.
***? Really?
We got a problem here?
Problem?
Yeah, we got a problem.
People rush out last night
in the middle of dinner.
No one pays.
Today, I'm out
all of lunch hour.
Oh, yeah, also,
I'm on the cover of the Post.
Who was sitting here?
Lady,
this isn't the Palm.
We don't keep
a seating chart.
- Who was it?
- Whoa! Whoa!
Was I there?
Was it me?
Agent Dunham.
Just some guy.
He comes in
every now and then.
Blond hair.
He's got a scar on his face.
I know who that is.
What the hell is
wrong with you?
You think you can do
whatever you want?
What are you,
crazy?
I'm gonna
sue you guys.
Olivia, stop.
What's going on?
That man that he described,
I've seen him before.
What?
Where?
That's a curious word.
So it's got nothing to do
with going underwater?
No.
"Unsub" stands for
unidentified subject.
Actually,
it should more logically mean
going above water.
And still no.
I certainly hope
we find him.
Who we looking for?
I think it's after this.
Remarkable.
This is entirely new.
What?
You're talking about
the coffee.
Mm, yes.
What is it?
- Cinnamon?
- Yes.
It's quite good.
Delightful, really.
There.
Blond hair, a scar.
And he was at
both crime scenes.
So he's our link.
Interesting.
No, no,
not the coffee.
Although,
I was wondering if we can--
Walter?
Please.
Well...
You say
he was at the table
where you dreamt
you were sitting...
And he was on the platform
where you dreamt
- you were standing.
- Yes.
And in your dreams
you got
many of
the actual details correct.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
But you did not see him
in your dreams.
No, I didn't.
Well, perhaps that's
because you were him.
As I said,
dreams are not always literal.
What if you weren't
dreaming about yourself...
You were dreaming
about him...
Mr. Unsub?
So he's the one
that's been doing these things
to these people, not me?
That's a
possible explanation.
But why would
I be dreaming of him?
I mean,
who is he?
Government armed forces
database is online.
Interpol and
public health systems online.
We can match a partial
from the restaurant.
To one off
the guard rail
at the subway station.
Running
facial recognition software.
Agents.
What, precisely,
is going on here?
Sir--
An unsub
that may be
killing people
with his thoughts
while Olivia is
watching in her dream.
- Uh, by the way...
- Sir.
I don't think
this machine works.
- Agent Dunham.
- We've got a hit.
Suspect's name is
Nick Wayne.
Uh, former address is
St. Jude's Mental Hospital.
Well,
I'm not going there.
I have a lawsuit from a restaurant
managed in New York.
I have
unauthorized allocation of
agency time
and resources.
I have access
of government databases
for personal use.
What's going on?
Someone's been coming
into my dreams.
And he's either been
making me kill people or...
He's been killing people
and making me watch.
You know
how this sounds?
These things...
these things that
we see every day,
these things
that we investigate...
They're happening to me.
Dunham, you understand
what kind of scrutiny we're under?
You're under?
If Sanford Harris
weren't in Washington...
I know.
You can't unofficially
investigate a case
where you're the subject.
I'm sorry.
Dunham,
why didn't you come to me?
I should have.
But I didn't want to
sound crazy.
So maybe...
Maybe it's better if
I just take some time off...
Just a few days
to work this out.
Maybe just take
a short leave.
I need to do this.
Agent Francis,
we have a status change.
I'm opening a new case.
Subject's name is
Nick Wayne.
Agent Dunham
is on point.
Please give her whatever
assistance she needs.
Thank you.
Dunham.
Take care of
yourself.
I will.
You know,
until this year,
I'd never actually been
to a mental hospital.
Learn to like
new things.
Maybe I never gave it
enough thought...
What Walter went through.
I only every saw it
from my own perspective.
His being crazy was something
that he did to us.
To my mother and me.
It wasn't something
that happened to him.
Well,
you were young.
Well,
I'm not young anymore.
Must be
a terrible thing to not
be able
to trust your own mind.
Yeah.
Hey...
Are you two
the federal agents?
Uh, yes.
Agent Olivia Dunham.
This is Peter Bishop.
Dr. Miller.
Come with me.
I remember Nick
very well.
He was already
a residential patient
when I arrived here,
which is about five years ago now.
He had a very comprehensive
insurance policy.
Quite old.
I'd never seen one
like it.
- What kind?
- Military.
About four months ago,
an attorny arrived here
with a paper saying
that Nick had inherited
a large sum of money.
They met twice more,
and after that,
Nick checked himself out.
He was here voluntarily,
after all.
Nick was
an interesting person.
He had
a kind of brightness to him.
Intelligent.
Yes, quite,
but not what I mean.
He had
an emotional brightness.
If he was happy,
he would light up a room.
Sad,
he was like a black hole
that would suck you
right down with him.
Hyper-emotive
is the clinical term.
Put simply,
his affect was highly infectious.
- Was he dangerous?
- No.
No, if anything, his ideation
tended toward self-contempt.
Toward the suicidal.
Although he did suffer
from some psychosis
when his
delusions were florid.
What sort of delusions?
Typical paranoid fare.
Nick was convinced
he'd been recruited as a child
for a series of
top-secret experiments.
That he was being prepared
to serve as a soldier
in the
coming war against Denizens
of a parallel universe.
"There is a war coming.
Not a war of
hatred and anger,
a battle for survival.
Many warriors of the
inevitable confrontation
are among us now.
But before they can
be considered soldiers,
they must be
regarded as recruits."
It's all right here.
He might as well
have the ZFT memorized.
But this is a manifesto from
a terrorist cell in Germany.
Yeah, ZFT...
It translates as
destruction by the
advancement of technology.
It's their
mission statement.
Yeah,
that's my point.
You said Nick Lane's been in
the nut farm for years, right?
Well, the records go back
to the mid '90s.
So he's been quoting the ZFT
for at least that long.
So when did
they recruit him?
How old is he?
What?
Nick Lane.
What year was he born?
1979.
Where?
Jacksonville, Florida.
Aren't you from
Jacksonville?
We need to
talk to your father.
Why,
what do you think you know?
We need to
talk to him now.
Where's the fire?
I always loved that expression,
which is curious,
since my lab assistant
was killed in a fire.
What can you tell me about
Cortexiphan?
Oh,
that takes me back.
I remember belly whipping up
a *** mash--
Walter!
Cortexiphan was a
highly experimental drug.
William theorized that it might
enhance certain abilities in...
predisposed children.
Let me guess...
You experimented on people.
Oh, no, no,
not me.
William.
We had quite
a disagreement about it.
What abilities?
It worked on perception.
Carlos Castaneda,
Aldous Huxley,
Werner Heisenberg...
All focused on
one single elementary truth.
Perception is the
key to transformation.
Reality is both
subjective and malleable.
If you can
dream a better world,
you can make
a better world.
Or perhaps travel
between them.
What did you just say?
So if Nick Lane was
treated with Cortexiphan,
he could change reality
with his thoughts.
He could make
somebody do something
just by thinking it.
Not his thoughts.
It's how you feel
that determines
your view of the world.
You're saying that
Cortexiphan worked on feelings.
That's reductive,
but essentially, yes.
What if Nick Lane...
wasn't affecting people
with his thoughts?
What if he was affecting
them with his emotions?
The psychiatrist said that
he was suicidal, right?
Uh, they said that his
moods were contagious.
What if he was
on the platform because
he was considering
killing himself?
Oh, my...
Look, at the restaurant,
all happy couples.
It triggers his
own fear of abandonment.
And that woman
caught his mood.
For the sake of argument,
let's say that
Nick's emotions
are contagious,
like a virus.
Maybe he's even doing this,
unwittingly.
But it still doesn't explain
how it is that you're seeing him
in your dreams.
If William had followed
the usual procedures...
You see...
Often when
we experimented on children...
Okay,
can we just stop right there
and analyze that sentence
for a second?
We would put them
in pairs.
Like the buddy system
in summer camp--
Listen to him!
He's comparing
human experimentation
to summer camp!
This pairing kept them
from becoming frightened
or feeling isolated.
Sometimes,
an intense bond could form.
A-A bond...
which could be greatly
amplified by a drug
like Cortexiphan.
Alright, stop it,
both of you.
You're creeping me out.
Olivia was never treated
with Cortexiphan.
Is that true,
Agent Dunham?
I might have been.
What?
Well,
that's good news.
How is that good news,
Walter?
This Nick Lane
of yours...
It means I may know
how to find him.
He's sexually excited.
His excitement
has infected the dancer.
She's excited too.
They're leaving
the club together.
What, are you nuts,
Ginger?!
You're in the
middle of your shift!
What's going on?
I'm hypnotically
stimulating R.E.M. state
to enhance her
psychic connection to Nick Lane.
We're tuning her antenna,
as it were.
Olivia can feel what
Nick Lane is feeling.
She can see
what he's seeing.
Oh...
What's happening?
Is he hurting her?
- Oh.
- Oh...
What?
- Oh.
- What?
- Oh!
- Oh, I see.
He's feeling guilt.
Shame.
He feels dirty.
He hates himself.
He wishes
he was dead.
The dancer...
He's infecting her.
She's catching it.
His emotions are
jumping to her.
How much
he hates himself.
The girl...
He's infecting her.
She's dead.
I killed her.
No, you didn't.
You must stay under.
Agent Dunham,
you must try to stay under.
She must try
to stay under.
What is going on?
Did he just
kill someone?
Did he kill that dancer?
These are dreams.
This boy is essentially
a reverse empath.
His feelings
are killing people.
Put simply...
Agent Dunham's mind
is recognizing the effects of
his emotions on his victims and
translating them
into images
that her dreaming mind
can recognize.
Put simply.
Peter...
Help her.
Help her calm down.
Go ahead, son.
Agent Dunham...
Where are you?
Where are you?
What can you see?
What can you see?
Agent Dunham...
Where are you?
I know
where he lives.
Clear!
Clear.
Come over here.
I think you should take
a look at this.
Genetically Modified Children
The Future of the Super Human Race
Government Funds
Secret Drug Trials
La Casa
Day Spa
The torrent attack.
Someone's been
a busy bee.
Look at the dates
on these papers.
This guy's been collecting
this stuff for years.
I've always wanted
a two-headed goat.
What newspaper is this?
Can I get a subscription?
- Walter.
- Why now?
He was given
Cortexiphan
over 20 years ago,
right?
Why is this
just happening now?
That lawyer shows up
at the mental hospital
with a magical inheritance,
and all of a sudden
Nick Lane becomes an
emotional atom bomb?
Seems a little too
coincidental
to be coincidence
in my book.
So what are you saying?
You think
he was activated?
"What was written
will come to pass."
What?
It's written on the wall
over here.
Government Closes Kelvin Genetics
What was written will come to pass
Got a call from
a security guard downtown.
We've got a positive I.D. of
Nick Lane entering a building.
He's not alone.
Nick Lane may be turning
into a walking epidemic.
As his emotions
become more intense,
he may become
more contagious.
Great.
Why can't
"more angry" ever
translate into
"less dangerous"?
And what are we supposed to
do if we find him, anyway?
I mean,
if we get too close to him,
aren't we gonna be infected
with his emotions too?
Yes.
But perhaps Agent Dunham
would not.
Why?
You were also treated
with Cortexiphan.
It might afford you
some degree of immunity
from Nick's abilities.
Why do
I get the feeling
you're not telling us
everything?
Because I don't know
everything.
Rugs Furniture Design
Officer,
we're with the FBI.
You don't want
to go up there.
We already sent a guy up,
now he's on the ledge too.
We don't know what the hell's
going on up there.
- It's okay, officer.
- Olivia...
I'm gonna be okay.
17 Again
Nick?
Nick Lane?
Olive.
You heard me.
You heard me.
You came.
You were always
the strong one.
Whenever I got scared,
you could make me feel better.
Do you remember,
Olive?
I'm sorry,
no, I don't.
That-That's okay.
I think they meant for us
to forget.
I just couldn't.
I did what they told us.
I-I waited, Olive.
The soldier to come is
both natural and unnatural.
I waited to be called up.
You stay fit,
stay focused, stay ready.
I wore the
blacks and grays.
I blended in.
But the call never came.
It never came.
Then,
that man with the glasses...
He showed up
at the hospital.
He spoke
all the old words.
He said
they're coming.
He needed warriors.
He said,
"What was written
will come to pass."
He said he knew
how to wake me up.
I shouldn't have
listened to him.
Sometimes
what we wake up,
it can't be put back
to sleep.
Nick.
You don't have to do this.
I want to
stop hurting people!
Take it.
Take it.
Shoot me.
Please, Olive?
I can't fight this
much longer.
Listen to me.
Calm down...
Aah!
Uh.
Maybe eight miles,
it...
I do hope Agent Dunham
meant to do that.
Shoot me...
Or I will jump,
and they will all jump with me.
Shoot me, Olive.
I have to die,
or I will keep hurting people.
Please.
We weren't made
for this.
Don't make me take them
all with me.
Please?
I'm sorry.
Olive...
You'll wish you had.
You'll wish
you'd killed me.
Nick Lane's parents died
several years ago.
Car accident.
His lawyer's identity appears
to have been falsified.
We've repeated our request
to Massive Dynamic
for information regarding
the Cortexiphan protocols.
But according to Nina Sharp,
the names of the participants
were deleted
from the records.
And you still have no
memory of the trials?
- Of being treated with the drug?
- No.
- No.
- But he does.
- Yes.
- Why do you think that is?
I don't know.
You saved his life.
He's being kept in a
drug-induced coma.
For how long?
Indefinitely.
He said sometimes
what we wake up
can't be put back
to sleep.
I wonder if
he was right.
Are you all right,
Dunham?
Yes.
Hey.
Aunt Liv...
The stuff that they put in me
isn't dead anymore.
It came back alive.
Can that really happen?
It's just bad dreams,
baby girl.
It's just bad dreams.
Come on.
Ooh,
you're getting so big.
I'm gonna put you
back to bed.
I'm breaking about a
thousand regulations by doing this.
- Here's Nick Lane's file.
- I know.
I appreciate it, Charlie.
Thank you.
Okay.
Doppelgangers Among Us
Aliens Aren't From "Out There"
Is the incident contained?
Yes, Dr. Bell.
- How bad?
- Bad.
- Casualties?
- Not sure yet.
We can't locate Brenner.
Is she okay?
She's fine.
Hell,
do we know what triggered it?
Obviously,
she was upset with you.
It's okay.
It's all right now.
Nobody is
angry with you.
You didn't do
anything bad.
It's all right,
Olive.
Everything's going
to be okay.
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