[After Nish reveals herself to be Clayton's daughter, and to have poisoned Haynes with the water she offered him]
Nish
Is it hot? It's humid, right? I'm sorry. Easy to hack. "Never accept drinks from strangers." [places a mind-transferring device on Haynes' face] My daddy taught me that. Going by the colour of your lips, you're gonna be gone in thirty seconds. Hey, don't worry. We're gonna see you on the other side...
[Dawson is shown engaging in self-mutilation]
Dawson was home alone 24/7, climbing the walls. Withdrawal, I guess. He didn't have patients to leech pain off anymore. So he started inflicting it... on himself. Spent a week just whittling away at himself. Cut here, a gouge there. I mean, the guy was a doctor. He knew how far he could go without it getting fatal. But it was never enough. None of it was enough. When he worked on himself, there was a crucial ingredient missing: fear. The amygdala - little almond-shaped nubbin in your brain. When you're afraid, it lights up like a midnight airstrike, sharpens the senses. The fear the patient feels when they're staring up at that ceiling light, the fear accompanying each sudden jab of agony - he'd come to appreciate that, too. It went with the pain. Complemented it, like red wine and steak. You can inflict pain on yourself, but not terror. For that... you need a volunteer.
[Dawson forces a homeless man into the hairnet device and murders him with a drill, feeling the sensations through his implant as a police car drives up]
Dawson was practically coming when they found him. He'd enjoyed one big old speedball of fear and pain and death.
Nish
Tell me they put him in jail.
In the hospital. He wound up in a vegetative state.
Nish
Good.
Still there, to this day. In a coma, deep as the ocean. But the thing of it is, they say he still has that look on his face. Blissed out. Still riding that high.
[Dawson is shown lying in a hospital bed, with a huge erection under the bedsheets]
Nish
You're fucking with me, right? [scoffs]
Okay, I added the boner. I couldn't resist. Fun story, huh?
Nish
Yep, fun story.
[After Jack and his new girlfriend Emily have Carrie's mind placed into a toy monkey which only lets her communicate with two phrases]
EEmily
Monkey just needs a minute to get used to how things are gonna be.
[Carrie sobs inside the monkey as Emily carries it away from Parker and slams it against a wall]
EEmily
Now listen, you fucking bitch. We can still have you wiped. That what you want? [silence] Do "monkey needs a hug" for no.
CMCarrie/Monkey
Monkey needs a hug.
EEmily
Are you gonna be a good toy? [silence] Are you gonna be a good toy?!
CMCarrie/Monkey
Monkey loves you.
[narrating] Anyhow, in the end, Parker got tired of his new toy. But that's kids. They're ingrates.
[Parker is shown dropping and forgetting about the monkey]
CMCarrie/Monkey
Monkey needs a hug.
[Cut back to Haynes and Nish in the museum]
Nish
Whoa... Wait, so this is a crime museum. Where's the crime in this?
Well, the monkey is the crime. See, a couple of years back, the UN made it illegal to transfer human consciousnesses into limited formats like this. Gotta be able to express at least five emotions for it to be humane, apparently. [chuckles] Human rights for cookies! Right, Carrie?
CMCarrie/Monkey
Monkey needs a hug.
Nish
[shocked] She's still in there?
[nonchalantly] It'd be illegal to delete her too, so yeah. [chuckles] Go figure. Anyhow, ACLU raised one heck of a stink, and so thanks to this son of a monkey, I was out on my ass from TCKR. Not even a severance package. It's why I started this place. Had to branch out somehow, and it appealed to the carny in me, I guess.
CMCarrie/Monkey
Monkey needs a hug.
[After recounting how Haynes convinced Clayton Leigh to have his mind digitally preserved as he faced execution for alleged murder]
Nish
But he never did get that pardon.
Shit, no! 'Cause he was guilty!
Nish
But wasn't there some doubt? You know, that documentary?
Nish
What about the DNA tampering?
Seriously? There's no doubt about it! The day he got the chair was a great day for justice. Clayton couldn't complain. I mean, he was gonna be a pioneer. I was gonna slurp up his entire consciousness. He'd be the first guy on death row to survive his own execution.