"Welcome to the sanctuary." "Who are you?" "Let's just say I'm someone who's chosen to embrace the full spectrum of our reality." "Um, FBI's at the front gate." "Will!" "Abby..." "Corrigan?" "I think it's going quite well." "When I first knew you at Oxford," "I loved you with my entire being." "You destroyed my heart, John, the hatred you feel towards me..." "Then the way you would harm our daughter." "Fair warning, Dr. Zimmerman, you're about to leave the world you know behind." "I'm a psychologist." "You work with monsters." "But I can promise you the adventure of many, many lifetimes." "Shall we begin?" "Hey!" "Hey, wait!" "Wait!" "Aw, come on!" "It's not even 8:00 yet!" "Did you catch them?" "No, and I don't think last week's salmon wants to stay with us either." "Oh, wonderful." "Roy, I hope you get your timing from your mother, and not me." "We are not naming our daughter "Roy."" "Yes, we are, if  he is going to be a major leaguer." "There's a Cy Young award-winner in there," "I can feel it." "Surgery can't start without you." "Go be brilliant." "You put your feet up and eat bon-bons, okay?" "I have prenatal yoga in an hour." "Chocolate." "Roy wants chocolate." "Love you." "Love you." "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." "Come here." "Come here." "Come here." "Come here, come here." "Okay..." "Just... just relax." "On the trunk of my car." "Again." "Come here, Henry, darling." "You all right?" "I've got him." "You know, you might want to think about declawing him before he scratches the paint on my Beemer, or maybe just don't let him out so much." ""Declaw"?" "He's an innocent creature." "Unlike your dog, who keeps doing his business on my lawn." "Monty?" "No, that's not possible." "We have a dog-walker." "Keep him on your side of the street." "What the hell is that?" "Oi!" "Are you quite through?" "Uh..." "I'm sorry, I just thought I saw something." "When I want you in my house, Dr. Zimmerman," "I will invite you into my house." "Don't expect that invitation anytime soon!" "Get out!" "Right." "Sorry." "I just..." "♪ Sanctuary 3x19 ♪ Out of the Blue Original Air Date on June 13, 2011" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "I'm just saying, a water birth has all sorts of advantages later on in life." "I don't know, it just sounds so gimmicky." "It's low lights, a soothing sensation similar to the womb." "The sounds of water lapping as her first sounds..." "You see, this is why I chose cardiology." "Less tinkie-woo-woo crap, and more hard medical science." "No, Will, you became a heart surgeon to please your mother." "I became a heart surgeon..." "For the chicks." "Please." "Go." "Oh, dammit." "They keep wanting to pull up the surgery." "It'll be fine, honey." "Well, not if the poor bastard dies during the procedure." "He won't." "You'll be brilliant." "Two weeks from now, everybody will be talking about the Zimmerman bypass tri-valve procedure." "It does have a ring to it, doesn't it?" "Your mother would be proud." "Will, stay where you are." "I'll be right back." "It's all right." "Honey?" "Yeah, uh, my mom, I should call her." "What do you make of this Druitt guy?" "Mm, well, I think he'd make a good mayor." "That's 'cause he's tough on crime." "Ah, there's something about him that just doesn't ring true, but then again, he is a politician, so..." "Hey, Rumpelstiltskin." "I could barely get you out of bed this morning." "Yeah, I did have a little trouble sleeping." "But don't you mean Rip Van Winkle?" "You're right." "I had these bizarre dreams." "Like, mad scientists and labs." "All this Sci-Fi stuff." "Bizarre subtextual images, totally dissociative." "Well, well, look who remembers their psych rotation." "It's stress, hon'." "The baby's coming in a month, and you've got this big surgery, and then all these conferences that they keep wanting you to go to" "Why do you think she stays up all night?" "Who-- oh, creepy McPaintsalot across the street?" "Yeah." "I have no idea." "Maybe that's when when her creative juices are flowing." "Artists are odd like that." "But I've never seen any of her paintings." "I mean, have you ever seen her show any of her paintings?" "I think you think too much about our cat-lady neighbor." "And I think it is time for you to go and be brilliant." "Mm, yes." "Love you." "Mmm." "Love you." "Bloody hell." "Hello!" "Uh, Helen, isn't it?" "Abby, right?" "And company." "Sorry, was the music too loud last night?" "Did it keep you up?" "Or perhaps it's the cat." "The cat?" "Uh... oh!" "Oh, gosh, no!" "No, no, that's not why I came over." "No, I'm not here with a complaint." "You're not?" "No..." "I just was at home, and I was thinking how we never get to see you, and I thought, um," ""that's not very neighborly,"" "so I..." "Baked you these." "Scottish shortbread." "Because you're Scottish, so..." "English, actually." "They're lovely." "Thank-thank you." "Well..." "Uh, how is the painting coming?" "D-do you show your work?" "At, w-what, um, I guess those wine and cheese gallery openings?" "Oh, I would love to see your work." "I don't show my work." "My agent sells it privately to buyers." "Oh, I...hmm." "That's... good for you." "So, how are you feeling?" "You look to be about what, 32, 33 weeks." "Ultrasound showing good bone development?" "33 weeks exactly." "Do you have kids?" "I-I..." "Mom?" "I'm sorry." "I-I didn't mean to pry." "I just, uh..." "Well, you-you just seemed to know so much about, uh..." "Thank you, very much." "Yes." "Jackasses." "Tough day." "Sorry, did you say something?" "I said, "tough day."" "The patient displays multiple symptoms, though cannot find etiology for said arrhythmia." "Suspect..." "Embolism." "Suspect embolism may be involved." "Recommended treatment, ACE inhibitor, diuretics, as well as anti..." "Anti..." "Coagulants?" "Crap." "Delete last comment." "Man..." "I'm losing it here." "Brain activity is in the red." "Approaching delta." "Give a dosage at the same level." "Yeah, I got it." "Yes." "It's working." "Ah, Helen, how lovely to hear from you." "Yes, I know I said I'd call you, George, but I forgot." "You forgot!" "I've been having trouble remembering things these last few days." "I just, I need to take a break." "Helen, you owe me a new series." "Yes, I know I promised you new pieces this month, but I can't." "What does that mean?" "Well... things aren't-- aren't going well right now." "What did you have in mind instead?" "What do I want to do instead?" "I don't know, I want to travel, I want to-- travel?" "Help homeless children, work with animals, go on safari." "God, something more!" "Listen to yourself, Helen" "Bloody agents!" "This isn't right." "No, no, no, what is she doing?" "What are you doing, huh?" "Hmm?" "No, no, no, no, easy, easy..." "Yeah..." "There." "Time to go back to sleep." "It may be time to bring out the big guns, huh?" "God, it's actually getting worse." "Coming!" "Please don't have any more shortbread." "Hello, Helen." "Did you think I'd forgotten you?" "This isn't a good time." "I'm working." "I'm sorry, darling." "I came to pick up a few last things." "What things?" "I see." "I'm starting a new series." "A clean slate, new ideas, so on." "Yeah, very new ideas." "And we are back to last year." "Why are you really here?" "You've taken everything that mattered." "Not everything." "Please, John, I'm tired." "You heard about the case?" "Conviction, sentencing." "It's done, over." "Yes, congratulations." "Thank you." "I see you're already decorating the mayor's office for yourself." "The press having a bit of fun." "Me?" "I have other ideas." "You're leaving the DA's office?" "You can't be serious." "I was thinking of a private practice at a small firm." "Half-time." "Flexible hours." "I already have offers." "A normal life." "I was hoping this would be our divorce papers, signed by you." "Helen, you don't want this" "Don't tell me what I want!" "All right." "Then you say it." "What do you want?" "Not this." "Not what we had." "I know that I was the one who ruined things." "My career, and this bloody case." "I've changed." "This is our chance to make things right..." "So much better than we were." "I've heard this summation before." "Helen, look at you." "You're exhausted." "Alone..." "Is this better than the life I'm offering?" "What you're offering isn't right, either." "Nothing's right!" "I-I-I want to be left alone!" "I don't want any responsibility, no people clawing at me, demanding my attention, no life or death situations!" "Do you love me?" "I did once, but it's not that simple anymore, is it?" "I am offering you a life without boundaries." "We can go anywhere, be anyone." "Anything." "I'll give you anything, just not a divorce." "You need to choose your true happiness." "Damn." "Will, no!" "What are you doing to us?" "Hold him down." "Keep resisting like this, Sporto, you're going to die!" "Get-get-- sedate him!" "Honey?" "Oh, my God, were you asleep?" "I-I was having that dream again." "God... what is wrong with me?" "Okay, well, it's just a dream." "It's just a dream, hon." "Why does it feel so real?" "Maybe why don't you tell me about them?" "Yeah..." "It was in some sort of a lab." "Okay, so a lab, like an operating theater, maybe?" "No, it was..." "It was like a research lab, and I-I wasn't alone." "Okay, who else was there?" "Helen..." "Helen from across the street?" "Okay, Will, this is--this is all about the surgery." "Your subconscious is" "I can't-I can't remember the most basic things, Abby." "Like, about bypass surgery, about the hospital, or-or the patient's name." "Okay, Will, Will, you just need more sleep." "You've been restless the past couple of nights." "Okay?" "Do you remember our honeymoon?" "Yeah, of course I do." "You don't?" "I've got to get some air, I think." "She's awake!" "Mr. St. Pierre!" "Now, just where do you think you're going, hmm?" "This better be good!" "I was watching smackdown." "Whoa!" "Magnus, you crazy broad." "You actually trying to beat the house on this one?" "You'll lose." "You..." "So, what do we do now?" "We up the meds is what we do." "Bring her back on side." "Now would be a good time!" "Her dosage is already in the red, Mr. St. Pierre." "Oh, I'm sorry, are you in charge here?" "I don't see you paying for all this tech." "It's my job to tell you you could kill her." "There's no going backwards on this." "If this doesn't work out, we may all soon be dead." "Up the meds." "Yes, sir." "No" "You're not going to win this your way, Magnus." "Um..." "What is all this?" "It's just, it's stuff." "I'm just... trying to sort through it." ""Stuff"?" "Yeah, it's like a puzzle, see?" "Look at this." "Isn't that cool?" "Um, I thought-I thought today was the pre-consult for the surgery, with the Chief of Staff from the hospital?" "I canceled it." "The pre-consult?" "The surgery." "I'm out." "It-it's not worth it, you know?" "It's too much stress." "Okay, um..." "Yeah..." "A-and so these are all hers?" "Helen's?" "Yeah." "She was throwing them out, so I just... you know." "Okay, Will..." "Uh, Will, what is going on?" "Why-why are you doing this?" "Abby, do you see this pattern here?" "Do you see it?" "This pattern means something to me, and if I can just figure it out, then I could-- okay, Will, Will, Will, you're having some sort of breakdown," "I'm going to call a doctor." "No, no, no, hold on a second, hold on a second." "I swear I'm fine." "I just..." "Okay, then, talk to me." "Please." "I love you." "Everything's changed." "These dreams that I've been having, about being a prisoner, they mean something." "Like..." "I don't know." "It's..." "This life feels wrong, it feels like..." "Like I don't belong here." ""Don't-don't belong here."" "I can't believe this." "I-I..." "I don't know why I didn't see it." "I have been so blind!" "Abby, hold on a second." "Where are you going?" "What do you care, Will?" "This isn't the life that you want!" "You know, I just wish you had the guts to say it instead playing crazy because you are trying to protect my feelings!" "That is not true." "I have heard of this before." "Men who conveniently lose their minds before the baby comes, abandoning their wives, exactly what you are doing!" "I am not abandoning anyone" "Yes, you are!" "Because you are terrified of this, of all this responsibility!" "Listen to me, I love you, okay?" "I know" "No, Will, this is real." "I am real!" "I-I know." "I-I know that you're real- then why are you pushing away?" "Why are you push" "Will..." "What's the matter?" "Will, I don't..." "Are you okay?" "What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Oh, God..." "Will!" "God, Will!" "Just hold on." "Yes, uh, my name is Will Zimmerman," "I live at 5621 Whyte Plains Road." "I need an ambulance." "My wife has collapsed." "She's eight months pregnant!" "Dear lord..." "Hurry!" "Okay, okay..." "Abby, where's the pain?" "What happened?" "We were just talking, and then she almost passed out, and then she started shaking." "Do you have a medical kit?" "Yeah, it's in my car." "Good, get it." "Ambulance?" "It's on its way." "All right, deep breaths, Abby." "How's your vision?" "Blurry." "Is the baby..." "Baby's going to be perfectly fine," "I promise you." "Okay." "What's wrong with her?" "I'll wager late onset preecclampsia, likely caused by hypertension." "Good thing you caught it in time." "Thank you." "You're very welcome." "How's Abby?" "She's on the mend." "You were dead on, by the way." "Preecclampsia." "Hypertension." "She's in bed, trying to get some sleep." "Glad to hear it." "Coffee?" "Do you have any tea?" "I think I'll join you." "Far more civilized." "I don't even know why I bother making coffee." "What the hell's going on?" "I was hoping you could tell me." "Are you happy?" "Here?" "This?" "You know, I hate the term "happy", like it's the be-all, end-all of life." "Like if we don't achieve perfect happiness, we've somehow failed." "I got married because it was supposed to make me happy, safe." "But it didn't." "It should have." "John was everything I wanted, or so I thought." "And what about kids?" "We never had any." "Why are you here, Dr. Zimmerman?" "Because I need to... figure out why my life is falling apart." "I'm not the psychiatrist." "You see?" "Right there." "Why did you say that?" "Why, is it important that I did?" "Because it just is, Magnus." "What did you call me?" "Magnus." "That's my maiden name." "I haven't used it in decades." "How on earth would you know it?" "Okay..." "Hear me out, and-and this  will sound crazy." "But I think..." "That none of this-- is real." "Our lives-- feel completely wrong." "I married a man I hate." "I-I drink coffee, for God's sake." "I'm a cardiologist." "I might as well be a left-hander for the Blue Jays." "I couldn't even begin to diagnose Abby today." "And yet I could, in a heartbeat." "I don't remember marrying her." "I sit here cooped up all night painting?" "I need to show you something." "It's across five paintings." "One pattern." "I never saw it that way before." "What do you think it means?" "I don't know, but somehow it feels real." "Like you've seen it before." "I've been having these nightmares, about..." "Being experimented on." "In a laboratory of some kind?" "We're having the same dreams." "How is that even possible?" "What..." "What does this pattern have to do with it?" "What if we're not really here?" "We're there, and this, all of this, is just a construct, it's a prison." "Our dreams are actually our reality, and this" "Is all a dream." "Yes." "For what reason?" "I don't know." "But I know that this isn't me, and from what you said, this isn't you." "We're not crazy." "What do we do?" "How are thing one and thing two doing today?" "Hmm?" "I just wish you would stop fighting it." "You'd best behave." ""Wish you'd both stop fighting it?"" ""Thing one, thing two?"" "Aw, bloody hell, it's real." "Yeah." "All right, how do we get out?" "Well, you said that you'd actually escaped briefly before." "It felt like I did, and-and then I woke up here, and things got more intense with Abby." "Same here." "In my... dream," "I became aware of my surroundings." "John suddenly shows up professing his love for me, pulling me further into this world." "So whenever we try to get out, something here tries to make us stay." "I think that in order to escape, we have to completely reject this life." "Think about it." "We've tried distancing ourselves emotionally from people." "Your fight with Abby, my rejection of John." "It didn't work, did it?" "We both got tossed back in here." "Okay, but suicide?" "I mean..." "How do we know for sure which one of these realities is real?" "Beyond bad dreams and a gut feeling?" "I guess, like everything, it's a leap of faith." "You drive." "Where are you going?" "Stop the car." "Will!" "Abby, I'm so sorry" "I want to talk to you." "Will, what's going on?" "Open the door." "Will." "Will, look at me." "Look at me." "Open the door." "Will, what's going on?" "Please, just for a moment." "Just get out of the car, please." " Open the door." " Please, hon!" "Open the bloody door!" "Go, go, go!" "Are you ready?" "I've been here before." "Whoa!" "Will..." "Wow." "Well, that was interesting." "Let's get out of here." "They're up." "Not good." "The neural cortex hasn't finished sequencing" "I get it, I get it." "How are you two feeling?" "Do you know who you are?" "Virgil St. Pierre." "I should have known you were behind this." "Yeah, I think they're fine now." "Yes, Magnus, I'm involved here, and if I'd known what a giant headache you two would be," "I would have never taken the gig." "What's with the tanks, and how long have we been here?" "Three days, big shot, eight hours, and 26 minutes." "What?" "You think this is fun for us?" "Who brought us here?" "We did, doc." "Henry..." "Mainly to save your lives." "Glad to see you two up and around, and by the looks of things, sane?" "Yes." "Oh!" "You see?" "Sane!" "Ooh..." "You're welcome." "Sorry about the mess." "We've been living like bachelors." "Which we are, which is sad." "Where are we?" "We are in a private research facility underneath the New Mexican desert." "Hundred miles south of Santa fe." "How did we get here?" "Seems you bigshots got yourself in a little trouble." "These two needed a favor..." "From you?" "You put her in a bat suit last time." "Exactly." "He owed me." "There was a price tag." "My joint, my lab." "Everything is for rent these days." "Okay, hold on a second, we paid to be held prisoner?" "Prisoner?" "No, you needed treatment." "You guys don't remember anything from before?" "Juarez?" "South of the Mexican border?" "Wow." "No wonder you guys are confused." "Okay, so..." "We got called to a situation from those U.N. Lotus defense guys." "The international security force we encountered outside Carentan." "Yes, something big was coming up out of the ground near the city." "Now, at first you thought it was an off-season migration of rock lizards, but then you got hit by this." "What on earth is it?" "We don't really know." "I've just been calling it a psych-worm." "It surfaced right underneath you, and hit you with some kind of psychoactive venom, which apparently puts its victims into a crazy dream world..." "While it devours you." "Amazing creature." "Those markings..." "Exactly." "Not crazy." "So you did all this to save our minds?" "Yeah." "We captured the creature, but then you two were..." "Gone." "Blitzed." "Whacked out, loco" "We got it." "So those tanks that we were lying in" "May I?" "Thanks." "As I said, it's my lab." "My team, along with" "Mr. "Ooh, I hate losing at the video games" here, combined a neuroactive mind-control gel that I'm developing..." "Right, but the chemical was siphoned from the worm's salivary glands, which..." "And we came up with a treatment to restore your minds." "You see, the neural gel was your reality lifeline from the crazy dreamworld that the worm had implanted." "So, every time we saw the lab..." "It would be like a patient waking up in the middle of surgery." "Right, see, the timing was tricky, 'cause if you came out too soon, there'd be damage to your minds, so we had to keep putting you back in until the scans showed normal brain activity." "I guess you guys really don't like living in bliss." "Okay, but why bring us here?" "I mean, why not just bring us to the Sanctuary?" "Clock was ticking from the second you guys got hit, dude." "If the venom was active in your system too long, there was less chance that we could save you." "He made a call." "I opened my doors to friends." "Yeah, that was really sweet of you, Virgil." "Bygones, Sporto, bygones." "I got a big heart." "Until we get the bill." "What can I say?" "Sanity ain't cheap." "I-I've never even heard of this creature." "How is it possible that something this large, with this unique ability, could go unnoticed?" "The only explanation is that it came from Hollow Earth." "It caught us completely by surprise, doc." "We're getting reports from Sanctuaries worldwide." "We are on a full global alert." "Well, then, we have to head home." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="