me handle this.
Jack.
What the hell is that? Ozzie!
Ozzie, I can't hear you.
I hope you can hear me.
I'll proceed with the mission as planned.
Going to auto pilot.
Phase one:
Optic nerve interface.
Come on, baby, show me the way.
"Please wait"?
"Environmental adjust required"?
Doesn't anything work?
Pathway to optic nerve is as follows:
Superior gluteal vein to iliac vein...
...to inferior vena cava
passed right atrium...
...to superior vena cava
to right jugular vein to optic chiasma.
Let's drive.
Entering bloodstream.
You've always been like a son to me.
Well, a nephew, anyway.
You've got a great future ahead of you
in retail food marketing.
I'd hate to see you throw it all away
by going psycho on us.
- Coffee. Thank you.
- I got it down the hall.
Smoking.
Deploying optic remote.
Optic sensor armed and ready.
Switch to manual projectory control.
Firing optic sensor.
What's wrong, Jack? Let me see.
Let me see.
Come on, where the hell is the picture?
All right, Oz!
That's not Oz. Who the hell is that?
Where's the lab technician?
Where's the lab?
It was just so strange. It was like...
...someone suddenly shoved
a white-hot needle through my eye.
Oh, God!
You stand up now, Jack.
What is this?
Did Burs just stand up?
What's going on? This can't be.
I'm in a man!
I'm in a strange man!
I'll be a son of a bitch.
I'm in a strange man...
...surrounded by strangers
in a strange room!
Go home and start your vacation today.
This afternoon, Jack.
And you come back to us a new man.
Do you mind if I call my doctor?
Go right ahead, Jack. What a rood idea.
Ozzie, what have you done?
I can't be inside a man. I studied rabbits!
I gotta talk to this guy.
Pathway to middle ear is as follows...
Miniaturization is achieved...
...by pairing two 500 series
Photon Echo Memory chips...
...or PEMS as we call them,
a controller and a remote.
Only the controller
is needed for miniaturization...
...but a combination of the two chips
must be used to re-enlarge.
"J. Putter, Assistant Manager."
Find him.
Approaching middle ear.
Hello, can you hear me?
Repeat. Repeat.
Respond if you can hear me.
- Who, me?
- It works. I can hear you!
Would you talk to me, please?
Who are you? What's your name?
What?
- Are you talking to me?
- No.
I'm not out there. I'm in here.
- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?
You didn't hear that then?
No, I'm sorry. I didn't hear anything.
Are you feeling all right?
Would I be in a doctor's office
if I was feeling all right?
Pal, we have to talk.
- No, we don't.
- Don't what?
- Don't have to talk.
- Yes, we do.
- We do?
- Do what?
- Have to talk.
- Not unless you want to.
I'm in here, inside you! Inside your body!
Oh, God!
Somebody, help me. I'm possessed!
Good news, Jack.
We can rule out demonic possession
right off the bat.
But this little voice is talking to me.
That proves it.
Demons talk through you, not to you.
Jack, what are you doing?
I started to hyperventilate.
This usually does the trick.
You're okay? You're not shaky?
Thank God! A doctor!
Somebody who'll understand.
Tell your doctor I'm in the tympanic...
It's happening right now. Quick!
I hear it now.
Take it easy.
Just sit down and I'll check into it.
What are you waiting for? Tell him!
Are you deaf? Tell him!
Relax, Jack.
Let's see what is going on in here.
I'm blind! Oh, God!
Now it's talking about God.
You're experiencing
some sort of theistic hysteria.
How do you treat that?
Well, the medieval remedy...
...was to flay the skin off your body
with brands of fire.
I have no idea what the current thinking is.
It's just a little theistic hysteria,
which is nothing.
I can see!
Thank God! I can see!
- Jack.
- He knows my name.
- Jack. We have to talk.
- No!
We have a little problem here.
I wonder what's on the television?
TV is so much fun around now.
Jack! Pay attention!
This is a rood one.
You can't watch TV. We have to talk.
Oh,