02x20 - The Siamese Dream

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Clay, whatever
you're about to do, don't.

There are
no choices here, Laura.

You could go to the UEO.

They were afraid enough
of what I was before.

They'll want to destroy
what I have become.

Clay!
Get out!

Here I come, boy.

Here I come.

Hello?

Help me.

Who are you?

Tony?

Tony!

What's wrong?
What's the matter?

It hurts, Lucas.
It hurts.

All right, okay.

Medical emergency,
Piccolo's quarters.

Got you.

What's wrong with me?

Nothing, according
to diagnostics.

Something's wrong.
I hurt.

I know. I know you hurt.

This may not be
a good time.

The "thump-thump."

The "thump-thump"?
You heard it?

It was a bad noise.

He's in a severe panic.
It's not a physical disorder.

I'm going to give him
an anxiolytic. It
should calm him down.

Why did the ball explode?

I don't know.

What are you two
talking about?

I had a nightmare.

I had his nightmare, too.

Laura!

Clay? Hey, Clay.

Come on.

Hurry!

Stop being afraid.

Look at what
I have become.

The entire Chicago PD
is after us, thinking
we're the getaway car

from a local
convenience store robbery.

I'm thinking it's because
it's way past her curfew,
and her father's a maniac.

That's a tough call.
Who do you deal with?

The police
or your date's angry father?

The police.

Right. Right, so
I careen into the driveway
and hit the brakes,

but the driveway is only
like a car length long,

so after I hit the brakes,
I hit the garage door,

her mother's car
in the garage,

which shoves
the washing machine
through the kitchen wall,

where her father is having
his weekly poker game, right?

The police rush in,
arrest her father

for conducting
illegal gambling activities.

Oh, man!
I can't b*at that one.

Commander.

He's with us. Come on,
he's supposed to be here.

Your turn, Luke.
Worst date of your life.

Here with you guys.

I don't like
being around these things.

Why are we replacing
these missiles anyway?

How many times
have we k*lled people?

Safety, Lucas.
These missiles...

There's plutonium
in there, Commander.

Not any more. See?

Don't!
Don't do that!

What, guys? Guys,
warheads are our friends.

Perfectly harmless, see?

Brody...

What?

Look, there's no radium,
no hydrogen, no vanadium.

That's syntium, blue moon.
Got nothing to worry about.

It's an inert
synthetic compound.

Until it comes into contact
with a nitrogen cartridge,

at which point
it becomes the densest
liquid energy known to man.

So we don't manufacture
plutonium anymore. We're
getting rid of what's left.

That's an oxymoron,
Lieutenant.

It's a build-down
defense policy.
We're still producing weapons.

It's not an oxymoron.

It's an oxymoron.

No, it isn't.

Maybe we should
just stick with moron.

We had the same dream.

Dagwood was at an aqua tube
watching my Aunt Gianna drown.

There was this blinding light
in the Mag Level.

A ball bounced out, and a hand
picked it up and threw it
at me, and it exploded.

When was the last time
you saw your Aunt Gianna?

She d*ed
three years ago.

Are you certain Dagwood
had the same dream?

The thump.

The "thump-thump."

I know Tony was there.
I know "thump-thump."

And there was a woman
in Darwin's tube.

I don't like Tony's dream.

Congruent dreaming
is virtually unheard of.

Tony's afraid
he's losing his mind.

I want to take them
to the Chatton
Parapsychology Center.

You think this is
a psychic episode?

It's more than a dream.

It's more than a dream
to you, Doctor. Why?

... watching my
Aunt Gianna drown.

When I was a child,
I experienced a vivid dream
of my aunt drowning.

It scared me to death.

I told my father,
and he said I had
an overactive imagination.

A week later, they found
my aunt underneath
the ice of a frozen lake.

She left a su1c1de note
in a Christmas card.

My father became so depressed
he had to be hospitalized.

Tony's experience could
scar him emotionally.

Chatton could help
prevent that.

Foreseeing my aunt's death
was the only clairvoyant
experience of my life.

It brought me to Chatton.

They helped me develop
my telepathic skills
and my faith in myself.

Launch Bay.

Prepare a launch.

Aye, sir.

Thank you.

Science searches for
and has yet to find

quantifiers to account
for this phenomenon.

I can't explain it.

I just know what it takes
out of me to do it.

I'm going to take
a few minutes for myself.

Clear your minds.

Oh, it's
the little "levitating
a little black box" trick.

How does he do that?

You don't know?

Laura!

God, Wendy.

You, too.

Nine years at least.

And then
I'll never admit it.

Exactly.

They're reading
each other's minds.

I'm sorry. Laura, this is...

Dagwood, Tony Piccolo.

Welcome to Chatton.
I'm Laura Fletcher.

Laura Fletcher,
you know my name.

I thought this
was supposed to be
a psychic center.

Yeah, you know, this was
never part of the curriculum
when I was here.

We're experimenting with
denying developed senses

in order to accelerate
the maturation
of the sixth sense.

Laura, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Don't read me, Wendy.

Horsy.

We have a lot
of animals now.

Built a lot
of natural habitats.

Psychic senses
and nature.

Welcome home, Wendy.

I didn't know
you'd be here.

I didn't
want you to.

My God, Clay,
look at you.

You look great.
You look younger.

Your boots!

El Paso, custom made.
These were a gift
from my mother.

I care.

This guy's boots
were in my dream.

It wasn't a dream.

It was a prophecy.
There's a difference.

You knew
you were coming here.

You had a clairvoyant
episode, Tony.

The first one can scare you
out of ever having another.

Wendy knows that.

How's your arm, Dagwood?

You can ride him
if you want to.

No, I'm too big.

Chaucer's a strong horse.
I'm sure he'd like you
riding him just fine.

We should get them
to their rooms.

Do that, Laura.

I'll show Wendy
some of the changes
I've made around here.

You have to let go
of skepticism, Tony,
for the sixth sense to happen.

Then it's just
as natural as breathing.

Breathe this.

This way, guys.

I don't like him.

I do. He gave me
his horse.

You're holding his horse.
What he gave you was bull.

Come on, horsy.

I had a bad dream,
okay? That's it.
I'm fine. I'm over it.

You're putting me
inside a jelly donut.
I feel like an egg.

No, Tony, you're returning to
an emotional embryonic state.

It's a very peaceful place.

No sight, sound, taste,
touch, smell. Absolute
prenatal environment.

Why would I want to do that?

Genetic regression.

I don't want my genes
to regress,
and I don't like you.

Let go of your fear, Tony.

You let go of my fear.

I'm only trying
to help you. Wendy.

He doesn't trust me
and won't cooperate
while I'm here.

Kid's got a lot of raw
cognitive power, though.

I've never sensed it.

I do.
But his suspicious nature
will never let it develop.

You're not losing
your skills, are you?

No.

What am I thinking?

What else?

That's all you're
letting me read.

You have to exercise your
abilities if you want them
to reach your full potential.

You're still asking permission
to read other people's
thoughts, aren't you?

I believe in being ethical.

The boundaries of ethics
change when we do.

Laura, take over.

The regression pod
will suppress
your five tactile senses.

Your sixth sense, if it's
not inactive, will respond
to the lack of stimuli.

You'll become aware
of the history imprinted
on your genes.

You'll be able to read
the unknown past and sense
the immediate future,

and we'll be able
to determine the depth of your
psychic skill, or lack of it.

Why can't Dagwood go?

His genetic structure
is engineered.

He has no genetic history
to read.

Tony, you don't
have to do this
if you don't want to,

but it might explain
the dream and why
Dagwood experienced it.

We'll see if Dagwood
can experience here

what you experience
in the regression pod.

It might open a door
to incredible skills.

Like yours?

Like mine.

Well, what the hell.

Watch your head.

I don't like this.

All right, here we go.

It's all right. Go with it.

Something's scaring him.

Tony, it's all right.

No, we have to stop this.

Tony, I'm getting you out.

Access denied.

We have a system failure.
It's not responding.
It's not responding!

Get him out!

Tony.

I want to go home.
Please, Dr. Smith.

Okay.

I'll feel a lot better
once we have these things
under lock and key.

Yeah, well,
I won't feel better until
they're in their launch silos.

Hey, that's it, guys.
You can go.

Hey, Miguel?

Yeah?

Does Lucas think
I'm an idiot
or something?

I mean, he basically
called me a moron.

He was joking.
Pretty sensitive, aren't you?

No, I just...

Well, yeah, you know, I mean,
I'm the new guy on the boat,

and there's a lot
of resentment from
people working under me.

I just don't want it
to spread to the rest
of seaQuest. That's all.

What?

Lieutenant Tough Guy,
you care what people
think about you.

Hey, everybody cares
what people think.

Piccolo doesn't.

Well, yeah, Piccolo.

He's
a distrusting kid, Captain.

He needs to be examined
in an environment
he's comfortable in.

SeaQuest is where
Mr. Piccolo is most at ease.

Aren't we making
a pretty big megillah
about one dream?

One dream
shared by two crewmen.

They're your sailors.
They were brought to us.

We were asked to investigate
a congruent dream.

This is the next step.

This is an inappropriate time
to have visitors on seaQuest.

Laura and I are
class-one security
cleared by the UEO.

Dr. Smith,
you seem very quiet.

Tony had a bad experience
in the regression pod.

Part of me
doesn't want to put him
through any more stress.

And the other part?

Well, the undeveloped
sixth sense ebbs
and flows without logic.

The closer we are in time
to the actual psychic event,

the more likely we are
to capture the reason for it.

I've been there.
It's an epiphany.

If it can happen for Tony,
he will be better off for it.

If your UEO clearance stands,
I'll make accommodations.

Thank you, Captain.

I think
it's a mistake.

Come in.

Sir, the syntium missiles
are secured in ordnance.

It's a mistake
inviting them in.

Probably.

But I prefer them to be
out of his institution
and be here on my ship.

I think there's
something else
going on, too.

You think he has
a hidden agenda?

Yes. He's
a very powerful psychic,

and, given what you two
know, I don't want him
in your heads.

How do you keep
a mind reader
out of your mind?

Concentrate on nothing.

Look, tell Lucas
I want to know everything
about this guy Marshall.

Not just the PR.
I want to know who he is.

, co-founded Chatton,
published a slew of books
on prophetic telepathy.

Over public predictions,
and he's never been wrong.

Oh, my God!
What?

He predicted
the earthquake
that destroyed Los Angeles.

Everybody was predicting
an earthquake would
wipe out LA back then.

Yeah, well, how many of them
hovered over the city

in a helicopter
to watch the destruction?

Hounded by the media,
he went low profile.

Resurfaced quietly
when Chatton was founded

as part of his effort
to accelerate
man's metamorphosis

to the next level
of intellect.

This guy doesn't have
much of an ego.

He thinks we can
force ourselves to evolve.

. Twenty years.

Commander.

They dated.

Look how old he looks there.
The photo is years old.
He hasn't aged a day.

Are there any
younger photos?

Yeah, yeah.

Twenty-two years,
and he hasn't aged.

Find out how
he comes by a class-one
security clearance.

Maybe you'd like me
to unlock the secrets
of Stonehenge while I'm at it.

Come on, Lucas.
Come on.

Do you ever laugh, Commander?

Can't laugh, Lucas.

Why not?

'Cause when I laugh,
I'm too good looking.

I see what you mean.
Yeah.

Want to take
the wheel, Dagwood?

Really?

Sure.

You see
the attitude indicator?

Just keep the little picture
of the shuttle level with
where the two colors meet.

You're doing fine.

You know,
you're a watershed
in human history.

You're the future,
and you're the first.

One day, man,
however he remakes himself,
will look back on you

as Adam on the eve
of his existence.

You talk so no one
understands you.

You bet.

Clay is very attentive
with Dagwood.

I think he feels
a common bond.

Laura, what's going on?

Nothing.

He's altered himself,
hasn't he?

Laura, take the column.

I lead a private life.
Is there any reason
you can't respect that?

What's happened
to you, Clay?

I have become.

Become what?

Progeny of myself.
My own descendant.

Cloning?

You're still
the school girl,
aren't you?

As concerned as you are,
and it's a real easy read,

you still won't look into
my mind for your answers
without permission.

Your ethics won't let you.

I don't think
I'd like what I'd see.

I don't think
you'd understand it.

One clairvoyant experience
scared you away from
looking into the future.

How could you possibly
withstand the exhilaration
of stepping into it?

Blue Moon! Lucas...

Stay at the column!
We'll deal with this.

Notify seaQuest
we hit a thermal.
We've got an injury.

I'm notifying seaQuest.

What did you do to her?

Mayday! SeaQuest. Emergency.

I won't let you do this.
It's Wendy.

We've hit a thermal.
Woman Injured. Coming in.

Mayday, seaQuest. This
is Chatton Submersible MR.

Emergency. We hit a thermal.
Crew member injured.
We're coming in. Mayday!

How bad is she?

Physically, I don't know.
Neurologically, she's fine.

You did a neuro-scan?

I'm a psychic.
I looked inside her mind.

And I'm a physician.
I look at hard data.
Prep a neuro-scan.

There's nothing wrong
with her neurology.

I need medical facts,
not mysticism.

Mysticism? The fact
is, Doctor,

you've been
on this boat two weeks
as a support physician.

Your mother has Alzheimer's
and you feel terribly guilty
about wishing her dead

so you can stop dipping
into her assets to pay for
an in-home care provider.

Would you like me to tell you
what you keep locked in a box

in the back
of your sock drawer?

Scrub the neuro-scan.
Prep an MRI
and blood work up. Let's go.

Clear the room.

Clear the room.
I'll call you as soon
as I know anything.

Two units,
prilo-methocaine.

Prep two units,
prilo-methocaine.

Right away, sir.

Captain, I'd like
to postpone the clinical study

until we know if Wendy
is out of the woods.

Fine. I'll have
Lieutenant Brody take you
to the guest quarters.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. Right this way.

Here you go, Doctor.

What is it?

Prilo-methocaine.

Why?

Why?

No.

This is your room,
Mr. Marshall.

Ms. Fletcher's
is across the hall.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

The only thing in Brody's head
are women and hockey scores.

He's blocking
our efforts
to read him.

They're suspicious
of our being here.

They're just suspicious
of psychics. That's all.

It's more than that.

There it is.

What?

Computer port.

The only person
we have to worry about
is Wendy.

How could you do that to her?

Don't whine to me.
This is more important
than any one person.

No, it's not!

And I won't be intimidated
by you anymore.

What you are saying is
you are more important
than any one person.

Well, you're not, Clay.
You're not.

You haven't evolved.
You've devolved.

You hurt a person
who loves you just
to get your fix of syntium.

You're an addict, a junkie,

and I was your facilitator
because I once blindly
admired you.

You haven't been worth
admiring for a long time.

I just stayed blind to it.

Laura, if I don't do this.
I'm going to die.

Well?

Marshall is more than
telepathic and clairvoyant.

He doesn't just read minds.
He can tell them
what to think,

and that's why
he has a class-one
security clearance.

Responsive telepathy?

His benign term for
the questionable practice
of altering people's thoughts.

The UEO used him in
seminars with some of their
most important scientists.

Marshall convinced the UEO

that science's world
of rigid procedure limited
the scientists' ability

to think beyond
their methodology.

He promised to unlock
their potential by implanting

the subliminal message
to go beyond their limits.

Four years ago,
he stayed with
a group of metallurgists,

chemists and engineers
through the completion
of project Blue Moon.

Syntium.

Oh, wait a minute.
Someone's scanning me.

We've got to block
all this out.

We don't want him
to know we know this.

Come on.

C-Deck.
Thank you for riding Mag-Lev.

Will you excuse us, please?

Yes, sir.
Thanks.

Mag-Lev engaged.
Be seated to avoid injury.
Next stop, B-Deck.

Is he scanning you?

Why is he here?

Well, we went to him
about Dagwood and Piccolo's
congruent dream.

I think we went to him
because he sent for us.

I think he planted that dream
in Piccolo and Dag's head
so we'd go to him.

Then he put Piccolo's aunt
in the aqua tube

to get a rise out of Smith
because she'd turn
to Chatton for help.

Now, he was connected
with the Blue Moon Project.

Syntium. He's after
our nuclear missiles.

Oh, no, no, no, his ego
is too big for that.

He'd never go
to a force outside himself.

Then what does he want?

It's not enough.

Hurry.

Wendy, I'm here.

She was scanning you?

Yes.

Captain, Clay Marshall
is years old.

He doesn't look it.

Right. Why?

Syntium.

It's secured.

It's responsive telepathy.
If he can control minds,
he can slip past the guards.

But how is he going
to get past
the security codes?

Help.

We're right here.

No, help Lucas.

We're going to take
a little tour of the boat
now, Lucas, okay?

Okay.

My God, what happened?

Clay. Guest quarters.
Security.

No, no, no!

They can't handle
his psychic ability.
We'll do it ourselves.

You work hard,
don't you, Dagwood?

Yes.

And you don't get
much back for it.

Dagwood gets
what Dagwood needs.

That's what they tell you.

No, Dagwood.
Don't listen to...

What's wrong, Lucas?

Lucas hurts because
he made mistakes.

I know about that.
I made a mistake.

I hit a thermal,
and Dr. Smith got hurt.

And you hurt because of it.

Yes.

Dagwood, what's the one thing
you always wanted?

Something you've seen,
desired, something
you've wished for.

I'm...

Yes?

...different.

And you wish you weren't.

Yes.

You wish you were
like everyone else.

Yes.

Normal.

Yes.

Look in the mirror.

Would you like to see
what he sees?

No.

You should see it, Lucas.
You should see.

You have to go with us now.

I have to go.

Yes.

Where is he?

Gone to get what he needs.

It's the syntium,
isn't it? Why?

What does he intend
to do with it?

Survive.

It's the blood
in his veins, Captain.

Afternoon, Sergeant.

Sir.

Access affirmed.

Your access is affirmed.

Strat-globe One confirmation.

Yes, sir.

Captain!

Open up!

That's the Secretary General's
authorization code.

You're not supposed
to know that.

Neither are you,
are you, Lucas?

Open this up!

Strat-globe One confirmation
required, sir.

Get out of here!

Access denied.
Strat-globe One operational.

Both of us believe
we have the right

to function outside boundaries
the average man adheres to,

but we're not average, are we?

We're just a couple of
above-average guys looking
to make the most of ourselves.

Override code.

I don't have it.

I need that code!

I'm... I don't have...

This could be damaging.

Go to hell.

What's wrong with Lucas?

His guilt is painful.

Don't have guilt, Lucas.

That's one.

Marshall!

Notify the UEO
we have a breach
in the nuclear ordnance.

Give them our coordinates
and clear the seas.

Tony! Tony!

Two.

This is wrong.
You can help him.

How many minds
can he manipulate at once?

You could fill a stadium.

You have to stop him.

I can't.

You have to.

She can't.
He won't listen
to her. He used her.

He uses everyone.

Why is he here?
He's the one
Marshall manipulated.

I need him here.
He is psychic.

He saw Clay's boots
in the nightmare.
Clay didn't project them.

All right, Marshall's
in there with three dozen
nuclear missiles and Lucas.

And Dagwood. He's overriding
the security codes
on a m*ssile.

He has three numbers... Four.

Access confirmed.

That's five!

He's in.

Lucas?

Lucas won't move.

Good.

Help him.

You help me.

But...

Dagwood!

Rotate it, please.

Dagwood's removing
the tip of a m*ssile.

The detonator.
He'll blow them
to kingdom come.

We are
the new flesh, Dagwood.

Everyone before us
will be relegated
to the history books.

Hurry!

Be very careful. Careful.

My life is contained
here, and the UEO
won't give it to me!

I'm a blue blood
victimized by red tape.

Clay, don't do this.

I have to.

Look at your arm.

You're not
a real person, either.

I am a real person!

I have become the next step
in man's evolution.

Lucas and Dagwood will die.
Don't let that happen.

I need this!

Do you want me dead, Wendy?
Is that really what you want.

I've got the second digit.
It's a five.

Dagwood, don't let them in.

He's manipulating Dagwood.

Tony, speak to Dagwood.

How?

Just think about him
and nothing else.

Smash the panel.

Dagwood.

Tony?

Smash it!

Help Lucas.

Smash it!

No.

Clay! Open the door!

You don't...

You can't be a m*rder*r.
Don't let them die.
I love them.

I've forgotten
what that's like.

Please, Clay, remember.

Dagwood, the panel.

Eight, five, seven, one, nine,

five, three, four, two.

Stop!

Run, Dagwood! Run!

Dagwood.

Oh, man.

Call Med-bay.
Get them here immediately.

You're gonna be
all right, Dagwood.
You're gonna be all right.

Is he the only one? Is he?

No, there are others like him.
I don't know who or how many.

He guarded that secret well.

Wendy, I'm sorry.

I tried to help it,
but his will was too strong.

I know.

Hurt.

Dr. Smith?

Yes, Dagwood?

Clay said...

Yes?

You can tell me
later, Dagwood.

No.

Clay said,

"I d*ed many years ago,

"but before I d*ed,

"I loved you."

All right,
let's get him to Med-bay.

Come on.
Come here. Come on.

Come on. I got you. I got you.

Hi, I'm Peter Deluise,

and my brother Michael
is here to talk
about coral reefs,

one of the ocean's
most beautiful
ecosystems.

I'll translate.

"Often mistaken as plants,

"coral are
breathing animals
that eat,

"grow and reproduce.

"Known as
the nurseries
of the sea,

"coral reefs are
home to hundreds
of animals

"from sponges
to sharks.

"Nearly all
of the ,
types of coral

"are found
in the Atlantic

"and Indo-Pacific
Oceans.

"Most are considered
endangered

"with pollution being
their greatest thr*at."

See you on the
next adventure
of seaQuest.