And, finally, we're in the conference room at the Sheriff's Station, where Cooper, Truman, Hawk, and COLE stand over a writhing One-Armed Man. He's begging for his medication, shrilly claiming, "I can feel the change." More screamed-to-the-skies technical jargon from COLE about the periodic table of elements and the suburban New Jersey garage working in symbiosis to create this intravenous cocktail, and Cooper somehow deduces that the One-Armed Man has several more personalities than he does opposable thumbs. Truman insists that they give him the injection, but COLE's insistence that "if you give him the drug, Coop, you'll never see the other side" takes precedence as the One-Armed Man lapses into something resembling seizure mode before suddenly sitting up in the chair and becoming a smooth-ass Tony Clifton, in comparison to the traveling shoe-salesman Latka, when he intones (in the same voice he did in Cooper's dream), "There is no need for medicine.