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?
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.
(engine revs) (fast, pounding music)
(woman panting)
- 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.
- [Jake] Help me! Help.
Help me, please!
Help me, help me!
- Shh!
God damn't. I use my hands for work.
- [Interpreter] Nosebleed, sorry.
Oh my god. Oh my god. - [Interpreter] Hi.
Thanks for being so patient.
It's Jacobina, Dad.
Dad? Dad? - [Interpreter] 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
a little girl
when you beat the hearing person out of me.
How could you be so undisciplined?
Oh, my god!
Oh
I haven't even told you why I called.
No wonder you're so confused.
So quiet. - You can write notes and I'll read 'em.
Write as many as you want.
- Geez.
Oh, okay.
Here we go.
History time.
Listen up, fucker.
Hammurabi.
You heard of it?
It's an ancient legal code created by a brilliant king.
We had a perfect justice system if you can believe it.
Way before our modern spineless courts.
Hammurabi's law is easy to understand.
It's eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
You thought he'd forgive you.
No.
Dumb ass.
My father is opposite you in every way
except he's angry
just like you
Very angry.
It torments him. It keeps him up at night,
dwelling on visions of your suffering.
- I'll be good.
- Future generations must be protected from you.
But don't worry, he told me what to do.
Yes.
It's all on me now.
I love my father.
So I'm going to make his dream come true.
- Help me!
Somebody, please!
- Hi, sir?
Can you hear me?
- No, no.
No, don't do this. You're not thinking clearly.
Listen, please.
Just let me go, and I won't tell anybody
I promise, God, Please.
You can write notes, and I'll read 'em.
Seriously now.
I'll do whatever you...
Please, I'm sorry.
I'm a human being.
Look at me.
Look at me!
Jacobina.
You're nothing.
Just like your mother.
No! No!
No!
- Hey, Sandy. - Yeah?
- I need your help here.
What, what's the problem?
- I can never get these opened.
- Oh.
- Ah.
Mm.
I'm not hungry.
Listen to your mother.
If you don't finish your dinner,
you don't get to throw the beans.
I don't care.
What? But you love throwing the beans.
We do this every Setsubun.
Whatever.
Yeah, and how else are you going to cast out
the evil spirits for the new year?
I've never seen an evil spirit.
That's because they're all hiding.
It could be anywhere.
There's different kinds of evil spirits.
Or anyone.
You can never trust a bakemono.
If you leave your food out, they'll come and take it away.
Really?
Bakemono don't have lovely parents
who cook them delicious meals like I do.
They have mean parents who make them go to bed hungry.
Poor bakemono.
They never did anything to me.
Why can't they live with us?
They can have my leftovers!
You made too much! Let the bakemono eat!
We don't invite demons into this house!
Cast them out!
But it's cold, they'll freeze!
Say it, or you'll go straight to bed.
Ayumi-chan! Now!
Ugh!
This rice is a gift, just for you.
Bakemono, I brought you more.
Are you hungry?
Wait one second.
More!
Ayumi?
Good morning, mother. I'm ready for breakfast.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry.
I should have listened to you and finished my dinner,
but I'm ready for your delicious cooking now.
That's great.
Just give me a minute, okay?
Good morning, father! Mother is making us breakfast.
I'm so very hungry.
Well someone slept well.
I'm so hungry.
Yeah, I can see that.
Here's some fruit to start,
and I have eggs and coffee coming up.
Thanks so much. - May I have some toast please?
Ayumi-chan?
Ayumi-chan?!
...Ayumi-chan?
My Ma once told me a Chinese myth
about a man and his mother who lost her soul.
The man went to unimaginable lengths
to save her from the cruelest hell.
Iron spikes dabbed, his mother's emaciated body.
My obedient son, she pleaded,
but in all of his attempts, he still could not free her.
In agony, he choked on his tears.
Mya Ma was a cook and a cleaner.
One day, she took me to work.
I'll never forget those hungry
ghosts as real as me and you.
My grandma was given a supernatural gift,
cleansing spirits trapped in an abyss,
performing ancient rituals with recipes
for wandering souls hanged with hunger
they could never satiate.
They begged for her mystical food.
And after that day,
I knew her story wasn't just a myth.
That was true.
And the gift she's passing to me isn't a gift at all.
It's a fucking curse.
I heard my gun parts.
I got five on the board, five all day, it's fire.
Got it, five fired.
Kai, fire ox tail, leave 15 coquettas, call it back.
15, chef.
And just because you're new doesn't mean
you can't keep up with these pigs, all right?
No dead plates.
No dead plates, chefs.
No dead plates.
Ryan, fuck, I need you to plate fast, dude.
We got this times critic on 10.
You need to get this shit out. - Yes, chef.
- Pass it in front, man. - Thank you, chef.
Nico, hands now.
When you're out there, you calm your ass down, okay?
These people are paying 500 stacks a seat
for an elevated experience, not fucking track and field.
You button that fucking top button when you get out there.
Go, go, get out.
Get the fucking kid.
Chef, the two six tops and five still needs to get cleared.
I'm in the weeds.
Don't be a little bitch, pop an adderall.
I left you a line in the bathroom.
I'm sorry, you're gonna have to leave.
Ooh, that one's like a rope.
You shouldn't be wearing that.
Why, he said a bracelet was fine.
It's red.
I like red.
We're in the seventh lunar month when hell is open.
The color red attracts hungry ghosts.
So it's like a Chinese thing or...
Just put it away, please.
Ooh, okay, mom.
Can't, I'm at work, be home soon.
Thank you.
Everything okay?
Put your panties up, ladies, back to work.
Ryan, where's the fucking roll, man?
On it, chef.
- Is this your knife? - Yes, chef.
- You sharpen this yourself? - Yes, chef.
It's fucking dull.
How do you expect to get your surface
with a goddamn butter knife?
I'll sharpen it before the next seating, chef.
It's too much kick.
Dial back the salt, hit it with zest.
It's not supposed to taste the way you like it.
It's supposed to taste the way I like it.
That's what people pay for.
Of course.
Clean your palate, fire it again.
Sorry, chef.
Ryan, if this is how you wipe down your station,
I'd hate to see your asshole.
Sorry, chef.
All right, Pete, Ryan.
You have 15 all day.
15.
Kai, fire 16.
You mean 15, chef?
The fuck did you just say?
Sorry, chef, I was just clarifying.
Come here.
Kai, what school did you go to?
Culinary Academy.
Okay, I'll be sure to call timelines
and ask for your 30K year back since you've forgotten
this fucking important rule of the kitchen.
Don't ever fucking question your chef.
As long as you're flying under the board and banner,
I need a fucking dog.
Yes, chef.
Sorry, chef.
Embarrassed or is that just your region, Guelph?
Well, grown is balanced.
All right, I'm gonna go visit my VIPs at table five.
Get the fuck out of my way, live close.
Corner.
(eerie music)
Oh my God.
Weird fucking energy tonight.
You know, too?
Yeah.
In table five, this is a fucking intense couple.
There's something so awful about the guy.
I keep patching him just like staring into the kitchen,
like, I don't know.
Like he's just seen a ghost?
Exactly.
Her diamond was five flawless carrots though,
so I'm expecting a fat tip.
You gotta go.
(eerie music)
Kai, what the fuck?
Why are the dishes coming out fucking frozen?
But chef, you checked them.
Fuck!
It's all cold as a rich bitch.
Julie vouched for you.
Top of your class, fucking bullshit.
Get your fucking knives.
Go to the walk-in, do inventory.
I don't give a fuck.
Just stay out of my motherfucking face
so I can do your job better.
Get the fuck outta here.
I told you, now's not a good time.
I'll come home soon.
Kai, it's Ama.
She's gone.
You know how much she cared for you.
How much she's taught you.
It's your time.
Hey!
Hey, I'm in here!
Open the door!
You're not my Ama.
What do you want from me?
My Ama is gone.
Then the gift she left me is a curse.
I have to feed them now.
No!
No! Stop it!
That's alright. Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Okay, on the count of three, okay?
Thirty. I need more time.
Okay, sorry.
Thank you.
Get her tied up.
(gasping)
Hey big guy, what'd you see?
Fuck off.
Next round.
Hey guys, I can see a cage.
I can see an exit with a key card we're doing.
No.
Leave me.
Nobody is dying.
Room 22, we're almost at the end.
Five, four...
Three, two, one.
Lights out in five minutes.
Come on.
Lights out.
Only one, if you may proceed, please choose.
Next round.
Commencing in five,
four, three, two, one.