All Hallows Eve: Inferno

Well, I got a long drive, and it's dark as hell where I am.

Perfect for Halloween.

Happy Halloween, all you spooks and kooks out there.

Welcome to 99.7 Gross FM.

I'm your ghost of a host, DJ Trick or Treat.

Tonight I have in store for you a world of mayhem,

a frequency of fantastic madness.

It's All Hallows Eve so get your pumpkin out

and prepare yourself for the weird, the bizarre, the wicked.

It's all in good fun.

Just sit back, play nice, and don't get dead.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

If you can hear me, just move your eyes.

There you are.

It's OK, honey.

You've been in an accident.

You were badly injured.

Your neck and back both sustained heavy damage.

You won't be able to move or speak for a while.

This is a top-notch hospital, and our doctor

is going to take good care of you.

Just relax as best as you can, and we'll handle the rest.

Shit!

Eric Hobson, diagnosed with insomnia

and chronic stage four Pavornachtornis.

Night terrors.

Vicious little afflictions.

They're very rare for someone your age.

My operation here is a small cog in a much larger machine.

You see, I believe that sleep research is the past.

And what Dr. Eden and I are working on here is the future.

Our focus is on dreams.

Dreams are humanity's last great mystery.

Ancient Egyptians thought of

them as a gateway to the afterlife.

The Mayas interpreted them as messages of the gods,

Native Americans as a way to commune with the great spirits.

What about you, Eric?

What do you think dreams are?

Scary.

There is a small tribe in the mountains of Malaysia,

the Senoi.

They have a unique cultural trait.

They worship dreams.

The Senoi learn to awake within their dreams.

They become conscious while their

physical bodies remain asleep.

Once the mind knows that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a passive observer.

The phenomenon is called lucidity.

Modern science hasn't been able to fully explain it,

but I assure you, it's well-documented.

It's real.

What does this have to do with me?

Eric, I think that you are the ideal test subject

for a new pharmaceutical that Dr. Eden is developing

for Erebus Labs.

We call it Trypto.

What would you say if I told you that Trypto is designed

to induce lucidity at will?

What's the catch?

There is a small catch.

Trypto has never actually been administered

to a human subject before.

How do you know it's not going to fry my brain?

No.

We've run hundreds of computer simulations.

Trypto is totally safe.

Comforting.

So now you need a human lab now?

No, no, no. It's not like that.

We want to cure you, OK? What do you say?

Eric, wait.

Think. You get to end your bad dreams, OK?

And we get our data. It's a win-win for everyone.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

Eric. Eric. Eric, come on.

You're walking out on a great opportunity here, man.

Shit.

We needed him.

If we don't get results soon, they're going to shut us down.

The darkness which lurks within a man's heart

is but a shadow of that which lies within his mind.

Great. Maybe we can work on a pill for that next.

Once the mind knows that it is dreaming,

it is no longer a passive observer.

It can control the dream, shape its outcome.

You get to end your bad dreams.

We get our data.

It's a win-win for everyone, kiddo.

Alpha patterns are in a good range.

Everything appears to be working.

Anything?

Well, the brain activity is within normal parameters.

It's exactly like we saw in the simulation.

Trypto should be kicking in at any moment now.

Now, now, now...

Come over here.

His heart rate is rising.

Got it.

Alpha patterns are spiking too.

Whatever's going on in there must be getting pretty intense.

Master Latonia, it's failing.

Help me hold him down. - He's becoming unstable.

Did we get the data we need? - Not yet.

OK.

What is going on? Are you seeing this?

These readings aren't making any sense.

Shit. He dropped out of lucidity.

No, no, no, no, no. His body's going into shock.

Shit. He stopped breathing.

Give him more Trypto. Trypto could kill him.

He won't be able to separate a dream from reality.

We need to make him lucid again.

Just do it. - If he dies in the dream.

he will die.

Get me out of here!

Get me out!

It works.

Welcome back.

I knew you'd make it.

I told you.

Win-win.

Now get some quality sleep, kiddo.

You earned it.

Eric, Eric, Eric, wake up.

Wake up. - He's in a coma.

I'm calling an ambulance.

We need to get him to a hospital immediately.

What? No. Are you out of your fucking mind?

What we need to do is clean up

and get the hell out of here right now.

Do you have any idea of the trouble we could get into

if anyone finds out about this?

You got everything? Huh? - Everything is here.

I'll see you at the office in the morning.

Jackie, hey, it's me.

I need you to go to the office, get on my computer,

and delete anything related to Eric Hobson.

Yes, I know it's late.

I need you to go do it now.

Do you like your job, or would you rather be unemployed?

Huh?

Well, then get off your fat ass and get down to my office.

Hey.

Burn in hell bitch!

Hello?

- Hi, I'm Interpreter 990 with a call for you

from a deaf person.

Yes.

- Do you mind holding while she comes back to the call?

Sure.

Help me! Help.

Help me, please!

Help me, help me!

Shh!

God damn't. I use my hands for work.

Nosebleed, sorry.

Oh my god. Oh my god. - Hi.

Thanks for being so patient.

It's Jacobina, Dad.

Dad? Dad? - Surprise!

I bet you didn't expect to hear from me.

- I'm not your dad, you've got it wrong.

- It's the only way that I could talk to you.

It's a nuisance, but kinda cool, you think?

Shit, Dad, you didn't know I had a voice left, did you?

Or a brain.

After how much you bounced me around with your fists.

Help!

Help me!

Perfect.

Now we can have a real conversation

now that you've shut the fuck up.

- I don't know you from Eve, you...stupid bitch.

- I hope you're listening closely, Dad.

I have something important to say.

Dad.

It's a funny word.

Did I ever call you that?

What a waste.

Well, too bad.

I have a new father now.

A heavenly father.

He speaks to me.

Yeah, we have a personal relationship.

He had some pretty bad things to say about you.

And it's true.

He loves us all, but you're not his finest work.

He says

you're his lost son.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

Prodigal,

except he knows you're never coming back.

You're done.

I mean how could he trust you after what you did?

You destroyed your wife.

You ruined everything he gave you.

I was just