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Tonight there are still
many questions looming

in the wake of serial killer
Nate Haskell's escape

from police custody.

Haskell, the convicted
Dick and Jane Killer,

was being transported
in a prison van

when an apparent coconspirator
smashed her vehicle

into the prison convoy,
fatally shooting

two corrections officers and another

female accomplice, before she
and Haskell then fled the scene.

Police continue to ask the public
for any information

they may have regarding the case.

Don't turn it off on my account.
Nothing I haven't seen,

nothing I haven't heard.

You have any word?

- I got nothing.
- Nothing?

There's been sightings
from here to Poughkeepsie--

nothing substantial, you know.

Man like Haskell gets on the loose,

people get shook, start seeing things.

We got nationwide BOLOs,
NCICs have been alerted.

That's how we catch criminals.

Haskell's a different matter, Jim.

Hey, Ray, there are a lot of people

putting in a lot of time on this.

He'll make a move, we'll get him.

And until he makes a mistake,

I guess we just satisfy ourselves
picking up bodies, right?

[crowd clamoring]

[Man's voice, echoing]
Hey, buddy, you okay?

[Woman]
We should call 911.

[cell phone dials, siren wails]

[EMT] Let's get some tape out.
Everybody back!

- I'm not getting any pulse.
- Hook him up to the EKG.

- Not viable. Flatliner.
- [steady tone of EKG]

He's gone.

- Let's code a 419.
- Roll coroner.

- [siren wails]
- No apparent injuries.

I don't smell any booze.

Liver temp is 98 degrees.

Been dead less than an hour.

Okay, let's bag him.

♪♪ [rock, muffled]

[zipping]

[zipping]

[camera shutter snaps]

- [ringtone plays]
- [sighs]

I'm busy, okay?

No, no, no, I can't talk about this now.

Well, I tried to talk about it
this morning, but I'm busy now.

Uh-huh. I'm sorry.

Did you just say I act like my job
is life and death?

Well, excuse me,
my job is just death.

Yeah, that's right.
Sixty hours a week

plus unpaid overtime
worth of death.

Which reminds me,
I have a customer waiting.

I gotta get back to work.

No, I'll call you later.

[Dr. Robbins]
David? David?

David, you're zoning out again.

I'm back, Doc.

[Brass]
So let me get this straight.

You found a John Doe
in his 20s on the pavement

near the Strip, and
you brought him here dead.

Yeah, I was about to take a sample

of his vitreous fluid when he, uh--

Well, he just...

- Decided to leave?
- Well...

Oh, so a dead guy just
got up and left? Okay.

How'd you end up on the ground?

Well, I had to defend my domain.

Well, you put a hole in his liver.
I think I'd call that a draw.

Were you able to get a fingerprint
or a blood sample

or anything we can use
to I.D. the man?

No. No, I just had time
to snap a few photos,

take personal effects
from his pockets.

- There's no wallet.
- [police radio beeps]

[Man] Captain Brass, coroner's office
has been cleared. No suspect found.

Copy that.
Put out a broadcast:

"Suspect has left the building."

Dead man walking.

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

- ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
- ♪ Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Sweetie, I'm okay.
I'm sorry, too, honey bunny.

I feel awful, Doc,
but I swear the guy was dead.

Did you check respiration?

- Yes!
- EKG?

I'm telling you, it was a flatline.

[camera shutter snaps]

Sweat on the body bag

where the dead man's palms
would have been.

Dead men don't sweat,
do they, Doctor?

About as often as they get up
and walk away.

Have a trace of blood, as well.

- That's from the liver stick puncture.
- What'd you find in his pockets?

City bus pass. No particular route.

This old notebook,

very well used,
filled with all kinds of data.

"Stonewall 114, day seven.

"Number one-- Status quo.

"Number two-- Moved from
Falcon to Chameleon."

And then these last pages
are written in

a completely different hand,
dated a week ago.

"Making progress, feeling closer."

Hey, got some surveillance.

Dead rising,

birds falling from the sky,
fish dying in rivers--

Should we be looking for the Antichrist
to make an appearance?

Haskell being on the loose is
enough to fill that quota.

- Coffee?
- Yes.

Thanks! No ambulance yet, huh?

Nope. Early bird gets the caffeine.

You said you have
a DB with a head wound?

I do. Some of the shop owners
around here complain

about the homeless people being
too at home in these alleys?

So I check on 'em
from time to time.

- Just how far a walk are we talking about?
- Right here.

- Are you sure?
- He was right here, dead!

I checked his pulse myself.

I'm not kidding you. He was here.

Well, we got a blood pool.
You weren't dreaming.

[camera shutter clicks]

Looks like he hit his head
on the gutter spout?

Maybe he was intoxicated,

you know, heavily enough
to suppress his heart rate,

make him appear pulseless.

That's him.

Surveillance footage
from the garage at the end of the alley

where you found him...

and then lost him.

- Captain, I swear.
- Look, the good news for you

is this isn't the first time
this has happened today.

That's the second body that's
just got up and walked away.

It's a zombie epidemic.

A zombie epidemic? Is that how
you're gonna characterize it?

Turn around and tell
these guys we have

a zombie epidemic in Las Vegas--
see how far you get.

- Come on.
- [Officers laughing]

Maybe you ought to keep that
to yourself.

[computer beeping]

DMV facial recognition?

Yeah. Yeah, it's worth a shot.

You know, I considered calling the DMV.

Half the people that work up there
are the walking dead anyway.

Maybe they recognize this guy.

Uh, I got the DNA results
on the blood found in the alley

and the body bag.

Neither John Doe was in CODIS.

Hodges has a proposal,
that they become the inaugural entrants

in his copyrighted ZODIS.

Hmm?

Yeah, "Zombie DNA Index System."

He made me say that.

He also wants you to know

that zombie blood is no different
than regular human blood.

The potassium and glucose levels
are consistent with the living.

That's all you have for us?

I ran tox, too, and both
samples were clean.

Although, working with such minimal
samples is fairly useless.

You know, brain-hungry zombies
could say

the same thing about Hodges.

- Minimal sample.
- Fairly useless.

Exactly.

I searched for combinations of the terms

in morgue zombie's notebook,

and discovered a Defense
Department program called "Stonewall"

that took place on the WLVU campus
in the early '70s.

Psychological research.

Found a schematic of the campus building
that was used in the experiments.

Included some rooms code-named
"Falcon" and "Chameleon."

Researchers were exploring
a variety of fringe psych concepts

such as ESP,
out-of-body experience.

- Science fiction.
- Not if they help us defeat the commies.

One of the most notable
psychologists involved

was a man named Dr. Eliot Davis Aden.

"E-D-A."

This probably belonged to him.

He's an interesting guy.

World-renowned psychoanalyst,

but fell down the rabbit hole
of psychedelic drugs.

Was dismissed
by the scientific community,

but not without
one big, fat scandal.

Rumor has it that Dr. Aden

had become a bit of a Dr. Feelgood

for the student body.

At least until one of his
students threw himself

out of a fifth-story window,
and the party came to an end.

He was banished by the university,

but charges were never pressed.

So the government didn't want
to step on the toes

of someone
who knew their secrets.

All right, so our morgue zombie is
walking around with Dr. Aden's notebook.

There's got to be a connection.
Is Aden still around?

He still receives a government
pension check.

And I was able to track down
the address where he receives it.

Hello, Doctor.

[knocking]

[Man]
The casino's three miles further.

Dr. Aden?

Dr. Aden, we'd like to speak with you.

You got the wrong guy.

We're from the crime lab.
We found something of yours.

[Aden]
Lying government bastards!

Ivory-tower turncoats!

Frat boy plays window Icarus,
and the university

throws my reputation
out the window with him.

They claimed that all of
my papers had been destroyed!

Banished me from university property!

It was a good way to cut me out
of the green and the glory.

It's Philo Farnsworth all over again!

I'm sorry.
Where did you find this?

In the pocket of this young man.

Do you recognize him?

He's dead?
[sighs]

He's obviously on an autopsy table.

Actually, the young man in question...

...arose.

The Lazarus myth made real?

Re-animation?
This is getting more interesting.

It's not as easy as you might think,
bringing back the dead.

It's not work for neophytes,

or the reckless, or the timid.

Oh, sure,

they can conjure up a cardiac spasm,

or a momentary flash
from the bioelectric system.

- That's not the same as...
- Doctor,

are you saying that you conducted
re-animation experiments at Stonewall?

What's your clearance, soldier?

Uh, about five-nine.

Doctor, are those your notes
from the re-animation experiments?

It's hard to say.
It's my writing.

I won a lot of awards for
penmanship in third grade.

Of course, staying between
the lines for me wasn't easy.

These last entries--
It's not my handwriting.

Some vulture is perching
on my giant shoulders,

feasting on the carrion
of my discoveries,

treating the work as their own.

In your re-animation experiments, Doctor,

how far would you say
you were able to get?

I had the Ithaca

of that most profound mystery
within my sights.

Could almost reach out and touch it.

But I saw the storm clouds gathering,

the maelstrom.

For those not wise enough
to pull their sails in,

certain destruction awaits.

I'm trying to say this isn't good.

[laughter, chatter]

San Francisco girl, huh?

Left my heart, and half
my cerebral cortex in Frisco.

You ever see The Dead
play the Fillmore?

No, too busy with
the dead everywhere else.

Lucky you.

The research librarian said
that your work was archived

in a disused wing
of one of the buildings,

gave me the keys, but said
"enter at your own risk."

Preface fit for any
worthwhile venture.

- Where is it?
- Lincoln Hall, room 317.

Right where I left it.
Lazy, lying bastards!

I really don't know, Conrad.

Maybe we need a new classification
for this type of situation.

D.O. AWOL.

That was a joke!

- Hey, Catherine.
- Later, Conrad.

I got a DMV facial recognition
match on the morgue zombie.

- Oh, Max Ferris.
- Mm-hmm.

Home address is on the WLVU campus,
so I called the school.

He's a grad student in psychology.

- Could be how he got Aden's notebook.
- Yeah.

I'll have Brass send
a uniform to his place,

trap his credit cards,
see if we can track him down.

Nice.

We don't need a key.
The lock's been busted out.

Easy. Easy, Doctor.
Easy, easy, easy.

We don't want to tamper with this.
This is all evidence.

This is my Library of Alexandria.

My trove of treasures.

I may have been banned bodily,

but I wandered it
nightly in my dreams.

Looks like someone's been doing
some independent study here.

Doctor, are these all your papers?

Do you know how many papers I wrote?

I'm asking.

How about we get
back to you on that?

Hmm.

"Reflections On
Near-death Experiences."

- "Death As Gateway."
- That was my White Album.

They all appear to be
on the same subject.

Sooner or later,
all us chickens cross the road.

Now, aren't we all curious
about what's on the other side?

Hey, Doc.

Your other subjects look untouched.

Whoever's been playing around
with your papers

was only interested in your research

on death-related phenomena.

Making your acolyte's visit
to the morgue, what, a field trip?

In all my journeys to the other side,

I never left this building.

DMT, ketamine,

those were the only tickets I needed.

Hallucinogenic trips?

Better than a ride
in a coroner's van?

Where is it?

Where is it?

What have they
done to my song?

Dr. Aden!

[Brass] So, Captain Klepto,
you don't look like Max Ferris.

Guy was passed out on the sidewalk.

A real eyesore.

So it's your civic duty
to steal his wallet, take his cash,

and swipe his credit card?

I had that plastic for a whole day.
I only used it once.

For a six-pack of beer, so...

Cleaning up the streets
and fiscally responsible.

You ought to run for office.
Look out, Mayor Goodman.

Hey, I gave you his wallet
and his... phone...thing.

What are the odds
you'll just cut me loose, huh?

This is a phone?

Didn't look like any phone
I'd seen, either.

But I'm a couple iPhones behind.

Yeah, I'll bet you are.

[Archie] It's not a phone.
It's a wearable camcorder.

Wireless video camera and receiver.

Our morgue zombie was using it.

Well, grab some popcorn.

Tonight, we take the ultimate step...

beyond our past journeys of the mind.

Tonight, we free ourselves

from the physical plane.

Unspooling the mortal coil,

we seek the mystery
that lies beyond...

Hey, Discovery Channel,

kill the speech and
let's kill some brain cells.

This guy on the left--
his clothing matches

the description of our alley zombie.

It's a dead man's party.

Except that third person
looks like a woman.

[Dr. Aden]
How could they do this?

What have they done?

If they've given it to
some health club...

Dr. Aden, slow down.

Dude. You gonna tell us
what we're taking?

[Ferris]
No need to add baggage to your trip.

Trust me, Kurt.
It's going to be an adventure.

It's time to put your cameras on.

See you on re-entry.

Godspeed, Alice.

[Catherine]
Max's friends Kurt and Alice.

Maybe we can get access
to Max's university email account.

- Check his contacts.
- See who his co-pilots were.

Yeah.

Angelfish. Triggerfish.
Blue-ringed octopus.

All poisonous.

All alive.

Someone has been in here
on a regular basis.

[Ferris]
20 minutes after ingestion.

Effects are manifesting.

[sighs]

So Max has made his way to the Strip.

He's at the plaza by the Tangiers.

Increasing numbness of the mouth.

Speech is becoming difficult.

Numbness spreading.

That hum.

The fish tank filter.

No, no, it's another harmonic.

She's here!

Oh, my Santa Maria, my Nautilus!

The vessel of all my dreams.

Dr. Aden!

Oh.

[Sara]
That's not Max Ferris.

That's our alley zombie.

De-animated.

[camera shutter clicking]

The good doctor is content
to wait in the hall.

He hasn't had this much
excitement since Altamont,

or so he says.

Police and coroners
are on their way.

Pulled the victim's wallet.
Kurt Dawson.

Lived near campus, but his student ID
expired about a year ago.

- Dropped out of school.
- Or dropped out of reality.

A sensory deprivation tank.

Did you ever see that movie,
Altered States?

Oh. Yeah. My mom took me.

She found it therapeutic, calming.

Says it all.

- I saw it with some really good buds.
- Go, Dr. Ray.

I know. I only talk like a square.

Tank water's highly salinated.
Kept at body temp so the user floats

in complete silence and darkness.

Blocking out all earthly stimuli.

You know, in the movie
Altered States,

William Hurt went
into the tank naked.

To strip the self down to one's
primitive, disembodied being

is how you free the mind, allowing it

to venture into other realms.

You wouldn't want to go venturing in
ten pounds of wet clothes and sneakers.

Maybe the tank wasn't his idea.

[Dr. Robbins] I noticed some faint
bruising that started to develop

on Kurt's back and shoulder.

So, I snapped
some infrared photos.

Hand marks.
He was held down.

That's one way to drown
in just ten inches of water.

So drowning is COD?

Heavy, edematous lungs,

and fluid in his sphenoid sinus
make it pretty clear.

I thought maybe you'd
start chaining them down.

Although yanking out vital organs
is a good way to keep the clients.

Henry.

Right. Um, found trace of Tetrodotoxin--
TTX-- in his system.

It's a naturally occurring poison,

1200 times more toxic than cyanide.

It's present in a variety
of sea creatures.

The toxin blocks sodium channels,

blacking out the body's nervous system.

A dose the size of a pinhead can kill,

and short of killing, it can
completely paralyze a person

for hours.

Considering his condition
in that alley, I checked out

the half-life table for TTX,
and the current level of toxin in him

would be consistent with a dose
of two milligrams 16 hours ago.

Enough to paralyze, suppress
heartbeat and breathing,

and get him mistaken for dead.

There was a fish tank with
some poisonous specimens

in the same room we found him in.

Could the toxins have been
extracted from them?

Sure. With some sophisticated
biochem resources.

Although there were two other
substances present in his system--

LSD and cannabis.

Body was frozen, mind was ablaze.

I've been there.

[Phillips]
This one's actually dead.

Congratulations.
You're batting .500.

Yeah, great for a hitter,
bad for pronouncing death.

Let me see your EKG.

What are you looking for, Doc?

Your zombie from the Strip was
under the influence of a paralytic,

which we would have known
if you'd had the gain on this unit

correctly calibrated,
which it's not.

The way you've got it set,
it wouldn't pick up my heartbeat.

I'd be a flatliner.

You're lucky you're not benched.

Misdiagnose the undead again,

put my assistant in harm's way,

and you'll find yourself
unemployed.

Footprints in salt water
leading towards the door.

The vic was wearing sneakers,
size eights.

Yeah, well, these feet
are at least size or 11 or 12.

Maybe his pal Max
came back here first.

I've got some
light blue fibers here.

Same as the T-shirt Max Ferris
was wearing in the morgue.

So...

Max makes a break
from the coroner's office,

comes here, dumps his clothes,
gets in the tank to decompress.

[Sara]
And Kurt Dawson shows up.

They get into some sort
of drug-induced fight.

[muffled groaning]

[Nick]
Max wins and walks out of here.

- Hey, Sara.
- Hmm?

Looks like Kurt lost his camera
in the fight.

LSD and Tetrodotoxin--
"voodoo powder"--

it's a curious combination.

To paralyze yourself

in order to free yourself...

Well, what kind of state of mind
would that produce

in an individual--
this cocktail?

There's an entire spectrum
of possibilities.

Blazing, manic lucidity,
to oppressive darkness.

Designer drugs--
one size does not fit all.

Could this cocktail produce,
in certain individuals,

- uncontrollable rage, say?
- Why do you ask?

Well, one of our young explorers
killed the other.

Well, I would have to know more
about the particulars of the situation.

There's no fighting in
the war room, Dr. Strangelove.

I want you to look at something.

[beeps]

[Ferris] ...beyond our past
journeys of the mind.

Tonight, we free ourselves
from the physical plane.

Unspooling the mortal coil,

we seek the mystery
that lies beyond.

Hey, Discovery Channel,
kill the speech

and let's kill some brain cells.

Dude, are you going to tell us
what we're taking?

[Ferris] No need to add baggage
to your trip.

Flag on the play.

This young Columbus
didn't prepare his crew.

He knew what the toxins would induce.

There's a vast difference
between leading others

into the beyond, and throwing
them into it unwittingly.

To some, that's sinister science,

and could inspire rage and fury.

So, Kurt, not knowing
what he was taking,

survives the paralyzing nightmare.

Comes back to confront Max.

They fight. Max kills Kurt.

Yes. The reckless master
kills the wronged squire.

Sounds like a role
you're not unfamiliar with.

Max was modeling himself
after you, Dr. Aden--

you and your work.

And here, you see,
he sent his friends,

Alice and Kurt, unwittingly
as you said, into the fire.

Probably felt like it was
a worthy sacrifice.

Knowledge demands its payment.

It's always nice when somebody
picks up the bill for you, though.

Went through Kurt Dawson's
e-mail accounts.

Found a number of messages
exchanged between him,

Max Ferris and another WLVU
student, Alice Katsu.

Alice from the video.

Yeah. Biochem major.

And like Kurt, she seemed
to be under Max's spell.

Agreeing to his every
experimental whim,

late night meetings
in the abandoned lab,

rambling discussions
on the afterlife.

Well, we know what happened
to Max's other friend.

We need to find Alice.

Do you have any earthly
contact info on her?

So, Mr. Katsu, when was
the last time you saw your sister?

Three days ago.
It's just Alice and me here.

When she's at school and I'm at work
sometimes we go a couple of days

without even bumping into each other.

Even when she's here, she's quiet.

Sometimes, it feels like having
a ghost in the house.

Mom liked jelly beans.

It's a Shinto shrine--
offering for the dead.

Alice even plucked
out the black ones.

[Catherine] She's got
some academic honors awards

from the past few semesters,

but an academic probation letter
from just a month ago.

A card from her mom's funeral
five months ago.

Doesn't take a detective.
Mom's death took a toll.

Ooh, another one of
Dr. Aden's notebooks.

"Question of crossing over
physically versus mentally.

Are they inextricably linked?"

She took a picture
of Mom's grave every day.

Capturing the change in light
and seasons.

Trying to shape something living
out of the dead.

I think, while Max Ferris
dosed himself

to explore the mysteries
of the afterlife,

and Kurt was out
for a good time, Alice...

Was traveling in search of someone.

Maybe we'll find Alice

if we look in the same direction
she was looking.

Groundskeeper said it was
right around here somewhere.

I don't think they're
going anywhere, Mitch.

Yeah, right.

Hey.

Alice?

Max?

Max.

Whoa!

Down. On your knees.

I thought she'd be here.

Max, you're crashing from a bad trip.
We need to get you to a hospital.

[Mitch]
Stop, Max! Stop!

Stop! Max!

[tires screech]

[Driver]
Oh, my God!

[Mitch]
No pulse.

- I'm cuffing him anyway.
- [Catherine] Stand back, sir.

Dr. Aden said this was going
to end badly.

We have two dead.

Let's hope there's still time for Alice.

The notebook I found
in Alice Katsu's room

is a match to Dr. Aden's handwriting,

but the ink looked fresh,
so I tested it.

It is a date-tag match to a formula
that's only been around a couple of years.

Which means Dr. Aden wrote
those notes recently.

Right. The notebook was not
among his archived papers.

So how did Alice get it?

From the doctor himself.

He and Alice were e-mail buddies.
She initiated contact five months ago.

- When her mother died.
- Hmm.

But Aden is not exactly
advertising on bus benches.

Alice saw an anonymous commenter on
a Web site about the doctor's past work.

She kind of felt like Mr. Anonymous
knew a little bit too much.

So she e-mails, "Dear Sir,

"I'm convinced
by your brilliant insights

"that you are Dr. Aden himself.

"I'm a great admirer of your
courageous research into the afterlife.

I want to follow in your footsteps."

He was quick to respond,
"Glad to have an acolyte,"

and encouraged her
to find more of them.

Max and Kurt.

And we thought Max was
driving the bus, but it was Alice.

- [knocking]
- [Archie] Hey, you guys.

I got something for you to see.

I was scanning through
through Kurt Dawson's video

and I noticed something strange.

[panting]

So, here, Kurt's just wandering campus.

Then this happens.

Some kind of interference.

Yeah, Kurt's receiver picked up
a signal from another camera.

I'm working on isolating
the competing image,

but in the meantime, I managed
to pull a few frames.

[Catherine]
Well, those are women's shoes.

Are we looking through
Alice's camera?

She must have been
in close proximity to Kurt,

if his receiver picked up her feet.

Where is she,
and what's she doing?

It's hard to say.
But check this out.

- What, a car stopped for her?
- [Nick] It looks like an old Saab.

Hey, didn't Sara mention
something about Dr. Aden

driving an old dinosaur like that?

His car's gone.

Well, he's smart enough
to lead us along,

maybe he knew we were coming.

[Ray]
Dr. Aden!

Dr. Aden?

Hello?

Hello?

"Alice-- DMT-- Feb 10, 2011.

Alice-- Ketamine-- Jan 18, 2011."

They had a regular thing going.

This one's from yesterday.

[Aden]
Can you blink, Alice?

Come back.

Come back! Focus!

Tell me everything you've seen.

I need to know what you're seeing.

Let me in, Alice. Let me in.

I'm not just your
hookah-smoking caterpillar.

Tell me everything you've seen!

I need to know!

50 milligrams Tetrodotoxin,
just a mouse click away.

Dr. Aden supplied the paralytic.

- Alice just passed it around.
- Mm-hmm.

I know you've arrived there, Alice.
Don't leave me behind!

Alice!

The video camera.

This one's from today.

I've come to a crossroads.

The false path ends here.

I've flirted with the precipice
for too long...

dispatching canaries
into the celestial coal mine,

but shying from the descent myself.

No longer.

I now slip not just the bonds of mind,
but of body and spirit.

I'm ready to set sail...

unafraid.

Ithaca... I come.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

♪♪ [didgeridoo]

Dr. Aden!

Doctor?

A faint pupil response.

He ingested the toxin around noon.

At his age, depriving his brain

of oxygen for that period
of time, he's in there,

but I doubt he'll ever find
his way back out.

What rabbit hole has Alice
fallen down?

[Catherine on radio]
Nick, are you at the campus?

Aden's car is parked out front.

Campus police called it in.
I'm checking the building.

Copy.

[clattering]

[clattering]

Alice?

We've been looking for you.

I was looking for someone, too.

Your mother?

[sobbing]

I found her!

I saw she was happy.

[echoing]
She told me she loved me.

[sniffling, sighing]

Told me to go back.

Alice...

[sobbing]

Where, where, where
are Kurt and Max?

I have to tell them it was
everything I thought I imagined.

I need to know
if they found it, too.

They're not coming back, Alice.

[sobs]

Hallucinogens, neurotoxins
and sensory deprivation.

These kids weren't really
venturing to the other side.

You think they were just
inducing chemical dreams?

All their visions could be explained
by neuroscience.

- Yeah.
- Don't get me wrong.

I'm sure Adam and Eve,
when they stood over

the first dead body,

meditated on where
his soul went.

Humans have always pondered
whether there's an afterlife.

Yeah, if the dead could talk,
we'd all have our answers,

but no one's talking.

They haven't so far.
Which leads me to believe

that part of life that is death
is meant to be a mystery.

You don't sound
very scientific, Doc.

I see people on the last,
worst day of their lives.

And I'd like to believe
they go to a better place.

I'd like to think I know you
a little better than that.

Well, I was taught that
in Sunday school

long before medical school.

You know what I believe?

I believe that people that bring
suffering and pain

into this world should have it
repaid to them

tenfold,

either in this world
or the next one.

Careful.

Evil has a way of making
friends with the good

and dragging them into the darkness.