Mark: Ow.

Good morning, Mr. Scout.

Mark: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12. Thirty-two, 33, 34,

Mark S: Okay, me and Helly will find the goat man and other possible goat people. Dylan, hit the new break room. Maybe some of the other departments use it too.

Dylan G: Um, yeah. Maybe later.

Mark S: Uh, okay. This is kind of important, Dylan.

Dylan G: Yeah. Uh, I'm in a good groove here, but don't worry about it. I'll get to it.

Mark S: Okay. Well, just show them the sketch. Do not leave it behind.

Irving B: O... O&D.

Mark S: Yes, Irv. You can do this.

Irving B: I know.

You guys really think they're gonna let us roam around?

Mark S: They said on the video we can go wherever we want. Lumon is listening, remember?

I thought that meant they were listening to our conversations.

Irving B: Yeah, he's right, Mark. I did get the hint of a double meaning.

Mark S: Well... be discreet. If they don't know we're doing it, how can they punish us?

Helena: Hey, y-you... you haven't been back there, have you?

Irving B: No, no.

Helena: We've got you.

Irving B: Thank you, Helly.

Helena: So, say we find her...

Mark S: Sorry?

Helena: Say we get to the goat department and they're like, "Yes, Ms. Casey's here. She's in this goat cage." What do we do then?

Mark S: Well, we get her to the south stairwell... I'll go with her... and once we're out the door, my outie'll know what to do.

Helena: Right. Okay. Well, sounds like you've got it figured out.

Mark S: Are you sure you're okay helping me out with this?

Helena: Yeah, of course.

Mark S: Okay, good.

Yeah.

Um...

Mark S: I... I... Um.

Irving B: Dylan.

Dylan G: I thought you were going to O&D.

Irving B: Dylan. I've recreated the paintings. The ones I told you about. The ones my outie was working on.

Dylan G: What?

Irving B: You see, I've been thinking. Maybe the hallway is really down here. Maybe that's what my dreams have been. We could look for it, Dylan. We could go today. You could accompany me.

Dylan G: Yeah. Um, yeah, maybe. Or maybe... maybe you go yourself, like, for... for stealth, you know?

Irving B: S... Stealth?

Dylan G: Yeah. Look, I... I can't really explain. I just...

Irving B: Miss Huang. Hall pass.

Dylan G: Everything chill?

Miss Huang: Dylan G., come with me, please.

Natalie: Good morning, Seth.

Mr. Milchick: Natalie.

Natalie: Looks like your balloons could use some coffee.

Mr. Milchick: Uh, they were in the...

Natalie: I've got the Board.

Mr. Milchick: Of course.

Speaker: [static feedback]

Mr. Milchick: Hello.

Natalie: The Board says, "Hello."

Mr. Milchick: Hello. I want to thank the Board humbly for my recent betterment.

Natalie: The Board says, "You're welcome." The Board is jubilant at your ascendance. It wants you to feel appreciated and asks if you do.

Mr. Milchick: I do.

Natalie: The Board austerely desires for you to feel connected to Lumon's history. To that end, please accept from the Board these inclusively re-canonicalized paintings intended to help you see yourself in Kier, our founder.

Mr. Milchick: Oh. Oh, my.

Natalie: You'll find the whole Kier cycle. The Board wishes to express that I, Natalie, received the same gift upon receipt of my current position and found it extremely moving.

Mr. Milchick: I'm grateful.

Natalie: Yes.

Mr. Milchick: It's meaningful to see myself reflected in...

Natalie: The Board has concluded the call.

Natalie: Congratulations, Seth.

Helena: Is that it?

Mark S: Think so.

Helena: Whoa. Oh, you're gonna... You sure? Okay.

Helena: All right. Okay, we're doing this. Can you see anything?

Mark S: No. Careful, there's poop.

Okay.

Okay.

Mark S: Oh, my God.

Helena: What the hell?

Lorne: Are you here to k*ll me?

Mark S: Uh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. I... Sorry. Hi, I-I... I'm Mark.

Helena: I'm Helly.

Mark S: And we're with Macrodata Refinement.

Mark S: What is this place?

Lorne: Mammalians Nurturable.

Mark S: Please, we... we mean you no harm. We just wanna talk. Please.

Felicia: Irving.

Irving B: Felicia, hello. I'm... I'm sorry to pop in after all this time. I'm sure you must be very busy.

Felicia: It's good to see you.

Mark S: Her name's Ms. Casey. She's our former Wellness Director.

Lorne: Wellness... we don't abide such fripperies here.

Helena: Right. Well, she's been retired, but we believe she may still be on the floor.

Mark S: Are you sure you don't know her?

Lorne: Maybe you should take that page of paper and be on your way.

Mark S: Not until you've answered my question.

Helena: Mark.

Lorne: You should have left.

Dylan G: Um, it would be cool to know what this is about. So, like, is it rude to keep asking why you're a kid? I... I don't mean to impugn. It's just like, are you okay, you know? They're not, like, forcing you to be here, are they? Oh, f*ck. Why are we going to the security room?

Dylan G: Wow.

Gretchen: Dylan?

Dylan G: Hi.

Gretchen: Hi.

Dylan G., through good behavior and output, you've earned an 18-minute visitation event with your outie's wife, Gretchen G.

Dylan G: Cool.

Miss Huang: Your time begins now.

Gretchen: Should we sit?

Dylan G: Nice sack.

Gretchen: Sorry?

Dylan G: Uh, your... The, um...

Gretchen: Oh, thanks. Um, they made me put my stuff in here.

Dylan G: Badass.

Gretchen: You really don't know me at all?

Dylan G: No. Um... Well, I mean, from the photos from just now, but...

Gretchen: Yeah, Seth warned me that this might be weird.

Dylan G: Who's Seth?

Gretchen: Don't you...

Miss Huang: Please refrain from sharing information that may be privileged or sensitive. Thank you.

Gretchen: Okay. Who is that child?

Miss Huang: Miss Huang.

Dylan G: Look. Uh, it's really nice to meet you, but am I in trouble?

Gretchen: Oh, no. No, you're not... you're not in trouble. Um... We have three kids.

Dylan G: Right.

Gretchen: And y-you, um... No, he... Or... My husband has had trouble keeping other jobs.

Dylan G: He dumb?

Gretchen: No.

Dylan G: He a d*ck?

Gretchen: No.

Dylan G: What is wrong with him?

Gretchen: Oh, nothing's wrong with him. He just... He never quite found his thing.

Dylan G: So he's actually kind of a f*ck up?

Gretchen: Do you wanna see a picture of the kids?

Dylan G: Yeah.

Gretchen: Okay. So, Jim is six. He's in the first grade now. And Ruth is four. And Merrick just turned two.

Dylan G: Wow. Holy shit. Look at them. They're awesome.

Gretchen: They are.

Dylan G: And we live on a cattle ranch?

Felicia: And then... And Burt says, "I don't care if you're Baird g*dd*mn Eagan, you don't come to my department and tell me how to print a snow globe."

Irving B: I ca... My God, he was... he was fearless.

Felicia: I worked with Burt for six years. And I only ever saw him scared of one thing. He spent two hours on his hair he first time he went to visit you.

Irving B: Really? I should... I should show you something.

Felicia: If we see her...

Irving B: N-Not her... Not her. It's a... Here.

Felicia: Oh, Irving, it's lovely.

Irving B: I'd draw one every day I couldn't see him. My numbers went down, but I didn't even care.

Oh, no.

Irving B: That's... That's not Burt. That's s... That's something else. That's just a... That's nothing. It's...

Felicia: How do you know about the exports hall?

Irving B: I'm sorry?

Felicia: We send a lot of shipments there. Used to go ourselves. But now, they send a guy.

Irving B: Do you remember where it is?

Mark S: Hello.

Helena: Hi.

Helena: Excuse me. Have you seen this woman?

Lorne: Hey! Stop that!

Helena: Her name's Ms. Casey. She was the Wellness director.

Lorne: Stop that!

Helena: Have any of you seen her?

Lorne: Enough! We've decided to send a courier to inform Mr. Milchick of your inquiry.

Mark S: No, no, no, no. You can't do that. They could k*ll her if they find out...

Lorne: That's not a Mammalians problem.

Mark S: It's an innie problem. Listen, we used to be afraid of other departments too...

Lorne: We're not afraid of you.

Mark S: Look, they just disappeared her. And if we let this happen to Ms. Casey, then who's gonna step up when it happens to us? If one of your goats went missing, wouldn't you go looking for it?

Lorne: She used to come do her sessions in our husbandry tanks. She had a gentle way about her.

[GOAT MAN] She said my outie excels at stargazing. Meant a great deal to me.

Lorne: As far as we know, she was retired, just like they say. But if you suspect otherwise, we won't hinder your search.

Mark S: Thank you.

Helena: Yes, thank you.

Lorne: But before you go, we would... like to see your bellies.

Our bellies?

Lorne: Please.

Okay.

Lorne: See? Pouchless.

Proves nothing.

Uh, okay. Let's...

So we'll just... Yeah.

Mark S: Yeah.

Uh...

Dylan G: Uh... I'm... I'm glad we did this. I mean, I hope, for you, this was... I don't know. Uh...

Gretchen: Yeah, it was.

Dylan G: And I'll be good. I'm gonna make you all proud.

Gretchen: I'm always proud of you, Dylan.

Dylan G: Cool.

Um...

Gretchen: I love you.

Dylan G: Oh.

Gretchen: Sorry. Habit.

Dylan G: No, it's, um...

Okay.

All right.

Bye.

Yeah.

Gretchen: So remember Merrick's ear thing, okay?

Dylan: Copy that.

Gretchen: Left ear.

Dylan: Yep.

Gretchen: And did you do the cookies for Jim's class? Bye. It's our week for cookies. Mmm.

Dylan: I did not do the cookies. Sorry.

Gretchen: So, it's a tube and you just need to slice them and then you put them in the oven.

Dylan: Got it, yeah.

Gretchen: Love you. Mmm.

Dylan: Hey, um, how was the thing?

Gretchen: What thing?

Dylan: The thing with me.

Gretchen: Oh. Yeah, it was good.

Dylan: Yeah?

Gretchen: Yeah. Weird good, but good.

Dylan: Cool.

Gretchen: Yeah. Okay. Okay, okay. I'll see you in the morning.

Bye.

Merrick: Bye.

Gretchen: Bye.

Bye.

Natalie: "But surely beer and juleps cannot fill the void left by love. Indeed, only wine can achieve this, but it is famously costly, which is why sadness is among the most recurrent issues facing the poor." Remarkable. So astute.

Ricken: Is it? That's what I was going for.

Devon: Hi.

Ricken: Hmm. Oh, my babe. Um, this is Natalie Kalen from Lumon.

Devon: Is everything okay?

Ricken: Oh, yes. God, yes. Uh, Natalie just stopped by to, um, discuss my book, actually.

Devon: Oh.

Natalie: It's a joy to meet you, Devon. You must be so proud.

Ricken: Mmm.

Devon: I am.

Natalie: I'm sure you know by now that your husband's work has found its way onto our severed floor.

Devon: Yeah. Do we know how that happened yet?

Ricken: Uh, so w-we've actually moved beyond that, and we are now discussing the, um... Uh, what was the... the term you used?

Natalie: The result.

Ricken: The result.

Natalie: Ricken's words have had a profound effect upon our workers.

Ricken: Huh.

Natalie: We think he's really tapped into something.

Ricken: And, uh, Natalie wants to discuss a version of The You You Are, specifically for innies.

Devon: Oh. Okay, w-well, that's cool. I mean, but what's wrong with the current version?

Natalie: Nothing.

Ricken: No, uh, the... the explanation is actually very interesting. Um... It's fascinating, actually. You, please.

Natalie: There's a certain verbiage to which innies respond more favorably. If we just tweak it here and there.

Ricken: They think that it could be a real game changer.

Devon: Gotcha. Um, I gotta go. But she needs a bottle in an hour. So...

Ricken: Of course.

Natalie: Devon.

Devon: Yes?

Natalie: Can I just say, your brother is one of the sweetest members of our severed team.

Devon: Yeah, he's a good egg. Okay. One hour.

Mark: So she said her name's Natalie?

Devon: Natalie Kalen, I think.

Mark: Wh-What... Was she asking, like, what I'm up to or...

Devon: Nope, 'cause it's Ricken they're after.

Mark: Ricken?

Devon: Yep. His book.

Mark: What?

Devon: I guess... you and your work friends were so inspired by it.

Mark: Oh, Jesus Christ.

Devon: Yep. That they're... They wanna do like a... an innie specific cut.

Mark: Wow, okay. Well, there's just... There's a lot I'm not gonna say.

Devon: And that is so appreciated.

Mark: Have you told Ricken what we're doing here?

Devon: Are you insane? No.

Mark: Okay. Good.

Devon: Okay, so you need to see the afterimage for, like, two and a half minutes?

Mark: Two minutes, 18 seconds. It's from the parking spot to the elevator, give or take.

Devon: Yeah, I think the Whole Mind Collective would be very proud of this. As well as your kindergarten teacher. What the f*ck was her name? Mrs. Lustgarten?

Mark: Yeah, Mrs. Lustgarten. Yeah.

Devon: Wow.

Mark: She really got me.

Devon: Yeah. f*ck, I gotta skedaddle. Will you be careful, please?

Mark: Yeah.

Devon: Okay. I do love you.

Mark: Okay.

Devon: Even thought you left me with the check at Pips, you d*ck.

Mark: Thanks.

Devon: You're welcome.

Mark: Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, f*ck.

Ms. Cobel: If you want me back, you must accommodate my needs.

Helena: I'm listening.

Ms. Cobel: MDR. Non-negotiable. Mark S. is so close to completing Cold Harbor. I intend to finish the work that I started, which is why Milchick must go. He's not equipped for the task. I must be floor manager.

Helena: I hear ego... hubris... arrogance. Kier teaches us they only cause pain.

Ms. Cobel: Everything I accomplished, I earned... through dedication and industry, not because I was born into it.

Helena: I think you've overestimated your contributions and underestimated your blessings. We didn't have to ask you back.

Ms. Cobel: You didn't have a choice.

Helena: Are you sure? Why don't we reset? It doesn't have to be this way. Natalie. Please see if the Board is available for Ms. Cobel and myself. Let's go speak with them together.

Helena: Harmony.

Mark: Thirty-three, 34, 35, 36, thirty s... Jesus Christ.

Reghabi: Are you trying to burn a message to your innie into your retinas because your computer told you that was a brilliant idea?

Mark: Yeah. No, no. What? No, no, no, no, no. What are you... What?

Reghabi: It doesn't work.

Mark: No shit.

Reghabi: The switch briefly dilates the pupils. Clean slate.

Mark: Okay, thank you. Thanks.

Reghabi: Also, you could blind yourself. And how was the innie gonna send you a message back? Hmm?

Mark: Uh, that's his problem. I don't know.

Reghabi: Mark, unlock the door.

Mark: Why?

Reghabi: We need to talk.

Mark: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Reghabi: Mark, unlock the... Mark, unlock this f*cking door!

Mark: g*dd*mn it. This g*dd*mn f*cking thing. What?

Reghabi: There's an easier way.

Mark: Didn't seem particularly easy for Petey.

Reghabi: Heard about the OTC.

Mark: Yeah, my sister talked to my innie. He said a lot of things.

Reghabi: Did he tell her your wife is alive at Lumon?

Mark: Who told you that? Is she? Is Gemma alive?

Reghabi: She was, the last time I saw her.

Mark: How could you not tell me?

Reghabi: We were interrupted, if you recall. Mark, I want to help you, but you have to trust me.

Mark: How the fu...

Reghabi: There is one way, and one way only, to get information in and out of Lumon, and that's reintegration. I'm better at it now. I can make it work with you. I can sew together a version of you that loves her with a version of you that can...

Mark: Yes. Do it.

Reghabi: You're sure?

Mark: I wanna see my wife.

Reghabi: The monitors differentiate the five brain wave frequencies of the innie and outie. Delta, theta, alpha, beta, gamma. One frequency, two waves per oscilloscope. The waves aren't in sync. Not yet, anyway. That's what we're here to do. Lean forward.

Mark: Uh... is it gonna hurt?

Reghabi: Ideally not. What does your mouth taste like?

Mark: Nothing.

Reghabi: Good.

Mark: Um, w-what the f*ck?

Reghabi: Shit. You all right?

Mark: I don't know. Am I?

Reghabi: I'm gonna start with easy questions and get more complex. Do you remember protocol?

Mark: Uh, is that the first question?

Reghabi: No, we haven't started yet.

Mark: Uh, yes, I remember.

Reghabi: Relax your body. You should feel good when this is over. Who am I?

Mark: Okay, so are... are...

Reghabi: We've started. Who am I?

Mark: Uh, Asal Reghabi.

Reghabi: Where are we?

Mark: My basement.

Reghabi: What was your mother's name?

Mark: Fern Scout.

Reghabi: What was her eye color?

Mark: Uh...

Reghabi: Seriously?

Mark: Brown. It was brown.

Reghabi: Did you love her?

Mark: Yeah.

Reghabi: Name a dam.

Mark: Hoover.

Reghabi: What does MDR stand for?

Mark: What?

Reghabi: MDR.

Mark: Mystic...

Reghabi: That's wrong. What is something for which you feel shame?

Mark: Uh...

Reghabi: Shame.

Mark: My dog died w-when I was a kid. It was my fault.

Reghabi: Why?

Mark: I left the gate open.

Reghabi: Where were you born?

Mark S: Uh. I'm not sure.

Reghabi: What month is it?

Mark S: You mean, what quarter?

Mark: Wait.

Reghabi: What is your first memory?

Mark S: I don't know.

Reghabi: Tell me.

Holy shit.

Mark S: I don't know. I don't remember.

Reghabi: Tell me.

Reghabi: Tell me your first memory.

Mark S: I don't remember.

Petey K (memory): Hey there, you on the table. I wonder if you'd mind taking a brief survey. Five questions. To start out, who are you?