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Dave!

Stay awake.

Katie. Katie...

Stay awake.

I'm sorry.

♪ When I look up from my pillow ♪

♪ I dream you are there

♪ With me

♪ Though you are far away

♪ I know you'll always be near to me ♪

♪ I go to sleep...

♪ Sleep...

♪ And imagine that you're there ♪

♪ With me

♪ I go to sleep, sleep

♪ And imagine that you're there ♪

♪ With me

♪ I look around me

♪ And feel you are ever so close ♪

♪ To me

♪ Though tears that flow

♪ From my eyes

♪ Bring back memories of you

♪ To me

♪ I go to sleep...

♪ Sleep...

♪ And imagine that you're there ♪

♪ With me

♪ I go to sleep, sleep

♪ And imagine that you're there ♪

♪ With me...

♪ With me

All my life, I've been afraid to go to sleep.

Whenever I lay down to close my eyes...

...that's when the nightmares begin...

...and lately,

they've been getting worse.

What did you bring me?

Nothing.

Check your pockets.

Give that to me.

Goddamn, Dave.

Whoa. Hey, yo.

You-- You good?

Yeah, I'm gonna get you a first-aid kit.

Yeah...

What the hell?

Oh, come on, let's get you up, man.

Ow!

Man, don't be a little bitch.

It's just a paper cut.

You know you're lucky it's not worse.

Oh, man, I was having the craziest dream.

Was I saying anything in my sleep?

Shit, I don't know.

I mean, you were mumbling about some elephant,

and then you scattered your pills all over the floor.

Really?

Yeah. You smashed the glass and fell ass backwards, man.

You want to see?

No, I'm good.

N--

Look.

Oh, shit! Your ass--

Whoa!

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Hey, look,

just because you can't control what you do in your sleep

doesn't mean the rest of us can't find it hilarious.

Ah, you got me there.

What even is that crap?

Just your standard anti-psychotics.

Whoa, hey, bro.

What? I cleaned it.

Nah, just be easy with that stuff, man.

You're not supposed to be popping them

like they're tictacs?

It's just a temporary thing.

I'm still...

I'm still having trouble sleeping alone.

Don't worry about all that--

because we gonna get you laid tonight.

That's right!

Look, we are going to that rich kid's party, all right?

And you are gonna hook up

with the first chick

that's into weird half-Asian dudes

with a deep, smooth, sensual voice.

Was that a compliment?

And I'm not doing that.

Listen. Let's just leave now.

What? Because we'll get fired.

They have cameras. They'll see us leave.

Nobody watches that footage, man.

Hey, Daxalabs!

It's 3:00 a.m.,

so you can lick my chapped asshole,

'cause we out!

Come on, Davey boy, let's go!

- No. - Come on, man.

I hope you brought your party clothes!

I didn't.

You're tuned in

to the smooth sounds of Late-night Larry.

Nah, dude, you've known about this party all week--

and this is what you chose to wear?

- Yeah? - Nah.

Ain't nobody gonna tickle your pickle lookin' like this.

I don't want my pickle tickled.

All right, Cinderella,

now to the ball-- let's go.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey...

I haven't slept in, like, 36 hours.

I think I'm just gonna bail on the party tonight.

Yeah, I don't think so, bro.

I'm really tired.

We both know that's bullshit.

You don't ever sleep, Dave.

You comin', man. No excuses. Let's go.

Matteo, it's--

It's just--

Katie might be there...

So?

Just hit on another girl, man. Make her jealous.

I'm not gonna do that.

I get it, okay?

You still got feelings for the girl,

but what's it been?

Three, four weeks since she ghosted you?

She didn't "ghost" me, okay?

She just...

she said she needed some space.

Oh... What a saint.

Hey!

A'ight, I'm sorry.

I know you got your own shit going on,

trying to get a handle

on your sleep condition and all that,

but, you know,

guys who came back from combat--

even the ones with PTSD--

they-- they tried, okay?

They went and they saw their friends,

they went to bars,

they got laid.

That is how you get better.

Take it from me.

Let's go to this party.

Let's turn up!

I'm not gonna promise that.

It's gonna be fun, all right?

All right, you night owls,

don't fall asleep just yet.

We got another tune drifting in to your mind's eye.

Hey, how do you know this kid again?

We went to high school together.

Shit.

Man, I knew we should've left earlier.

Whole thing done.

Oh, I know that's not who I think it is.

Dave Torres!

Is that you?

That's me.

Dave in the house!

You know homeboy?

Unfortunately.

Yeah. Hey, Connor.

You missed one hell of a party.

Randy's already passed out.

Hey, my man,

there's more coolers in the fridge.

A'ight. For sure.

Can you get me one? Yeah, thanks.

This is my man, Gus, right here,

from Huntington Beach.

Sup?

Yeah. How's it going?

How you been, man?

How you livin'? You workin'?

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah. I'm workin'.

We just got off our shift.

We're...

night watchmen at Daxalabs.

Daxalabs!

That's a big-time bodyguard right there.

- Big respect. Big respect. - Thanks.

You know, it must be tough, though,

with your mental illness thing

you got goin' on.

What?

Yeah, no, he's diagnosed with the craziest shit, bro.

- What? - What's wrong with you?

What's it called...

There's nothing wrong with me.

It's just parasomnia.

Paras-- yeah, yeah, that.

That right there. The craziest shit.

Back in high school,

this dude used to be the biggest freak I knew.

We all thought he was nuts.

One time, we went to this party, bro,

he passed out,

pissed his pants,

woke up screaming,

and started bashing his head on the floor.

They had to take him to a mental institution.

Oh!

You were dating...

Shoot, what is her name? She was just here.

Uh... um...

Katie!

Right! Right! Katie!

She was that junkie girl, right?

That's the one!

Hey!

Don't call her that.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

That was snappy.

No, you don't call her that.

You don't know what she's been through.

Bro, relax. Relax, bro, relax.

Relax, relax.

You don't want to have a little meltdown here, bro.

Connor--

Yeah, you don't want to have a meltdown here, bro.

- Hey! Fuck!

Whoa. Damn, my bad, homeboy.

You did that on purpose, didn't you?

Nah, actually, it was an accident.

Like how your moms

accidentally gave birth to a douchebag like you.

- Whassup? - He's a funny guy.

Whassup, homie? You want--

- Fuck! - Bitch!

Oh, shit!

You okay, man?

Guys!

Oh, shit! Shit!

Yo, you okay?

Move, man.

Hey, back up, back up.

Give him some room!

Tony?

Yo, he good?

- He's not breathing. - Oh, shit!

- He's not breathing! - What the fuck?

What the hell did he take?

Nothing. He just smoked weed.

Well, someone call 911!

Can't be my phone.

Man, this-- Oh, God!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Yeah, I'm just getting a busy signal.

- What? - We gotta roll.

911 was busy! I don't know!

Randy!

Where's Randy?

He's upstairs, passed out with Alisha.

Hey, Matteo, take over for me.

Oh, shit.

Yo! Hey! I know you're not trying to roll out like that.

Hey, man, you're good.

I can't be here. I got a misdemeanor.

Hey, y'all some bitches, man!

- You got this, though. - Fuck!

Randy!

Randy, you gotta get up, man.

Tony hit his head real bad. He might--

Randy? Randy?

Hey!

Randy!

Hey, Alisha.

Hey.

Matteo!

Hey, Matteo!

Shit.

Matteo, there's gas!

There's like a gas leak or something, I don't know!

What the hell are you talking about?

Randy and Alisha-- they're not breathing!

- What? - They're not breathing!

So what are we supposed to do?

Well, we gotta take them to the hospital.

Are you out of your goddamn mind?

This looks so bad, bro.

It doesn't matter! We've gotta help 'em!

Oh, fuck. Take his arms. Get his arms.

- Yeah, yeah. - Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Watch his head!

Okay.

Hey, you've reached Katie.

Leave a message.

Katie, it's me.

Listen, if you took anything at the party tonight,

you have to call 911, okay?

I'm not accusing you of anything,

but if you did,

it might have been laced with some pretty bad shit.

Call me back.

What kind of party did you bring me to, man?

I brought you to? You brought me to the party!

I didn't want to go to the party!

Where the hell is everybody?

I don't know.

- Hey!

Hey!

We got an emergency here!

Y'all, we need some help!

Hey!

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.

Excuse me!

Hey, we need some help!

What the--

Hey, yo!

Yo, we've got an emergency.

I mean, this is an E.R., right,

so I'm assuming you know about emergencies.

Come on.

We have three people in the back of our car.

Dead people!

Wait, three?

Yeah.

Hey, Brit!

What's up?

I need you a minute.

- Let's go! - Yeah.

You just found them like this?

One of them was on a couch,

the other two...

I found them dead.

Okay.

We'll have to notify the police.

You'll both have to stick around,

answer their questions.

You can wait in the lobby until they arrive.

And the bodies?

We can lay them out on the sidewalk.

You want us to just dump

three cadavers on the side of the road?

That's what you want?

There's no need to raise your voice, sir.

Ma'am, those were our friends.

All right?

We just want to know what's happening.

Where is everyone?

Why were there bodies in the hallway?

What the hell is going on?

Look, sir,

we are severely understaffed tonight.

Okay? And we have lost several patients,

so your cooperation would be greatly appreciated.

Let's go.

Wait. Hey...

Where y'all goin'?

Y'all gonna leave us with this?

What kinda bogus-assed hospital is this?

Let's get this shit over with, man.

It's hard.

It's Modafylyst.

Stay awake,

stay alert,

stay alive.

Modafylst is the modern drug...

Please. Stay off the leg.

...the central nervous system

to generate brain activity in tired individuals.

It enhances alertness and mitigates fatigue...

I hope you don't mind.

It helps him sleep.

Oh, no, we good, as long as you give us some.

I'm playing with you.

...or brighten their moods.

Are you tired of nodding off?

It's all you, bro.

Okay, let's shut our eyes for a few minutes.

Say goodbye to that old medication

and get Modafylyst.

It just doesn't make any sense.

- There he is. - Dr. Gordon...

Dr. Gordon!

Where are you going?

I've ordered the staff to go home.

In the middle of a Level 1 MCI?

Linda, I don't know what this is.

I can't get Dr. Laghari on the phone,

or anyone from the board.

All the emergency lines are down.

We've tried the CDC, the FBI.

We can't reach anyone.

Okay, but Santa Mira

is the only hospital in 30 miles.

We can't just shut down.

If you want to stay, I won't stop you.

I need to check on my family.

Jesus Christ, Gordon, we need a doctor!

We've lost seven patients in one shift!

I'm sorry.

Shit.

Uh-uh. No.

Don't even ask.

Please?

Will you stay?

I've been working since yesterday morning.

I know, but the shift change hasn't come.

and there's nobody else, Brit.

It's just us.

This is a nightmare.

I know.

I need a ten-minute nap.

That's all I ask.

Thank you!

I owe you.

Wake them up, Dave.

It's Modafylyst.

Stay awake.

Stay alert.

Stay alive.

Stimulating the central nervous system

to generate brain activity in tired individuals.

Some side-effects may include hallucinations,

- paranoia... - Matteo.

...and mental depression in certain individuals...

Hey. Hey, Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Hey, I think your dad is--

Oh, shit!

Hey, we need some help!

Hey, nurse!

I-I-I don't know.

I don't know.

We were just waiting and-and they collapsed.

Oh, shit.

Brit?

Brit?

- Britney! - What the hell?

- Brit! - What the--

What happened?

She was sleeping.

That's when she died...

She died in her sleep.

♪ Rock me to sleep in my saddle ♪

♪ Let me dream about the day that used to be ♪

♪ Just singing a song while riding along ♪

♪ Old Ranger under me

♪ Rock me to sleep in my saddle ♪

♪ It's the place that I will always love the best ♪

♪ With blue skies above on trails that I love ♪

♪ Roping cattle way out west

♪ I can hear the meadowlark a-calling ♪

♪ And the sage a-blooming on the hill... ♪