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[low, thrumming rumbling]

[high-pitched tone]

[ethereal music plays, fades]

[film static crackling]

[beep]

[orchestral music playing]

[narrator] Keyworth Pictures invites you to Hotel Reverie.

Renowned Dr. Alex Palmer

encounters tragic heiress Clara Ryce.

Waiter, another scotch, please.

- And for yourself? - Thank you. A Black Rose.

A rose for a rose.

A piano standing silent always makes me so melancholy.

It's silly, I know.

If it's "Clair de Lune" you want, it's "Clair de Lune" you shall have.

[narrator] Yet, even as their affection grows,

the pair are unaware

Clara's fiendish husband, Claude, is plotting her death.

My accursed wife has more lives than a damn cat.

She dies tonight.

Don't move.

[gasps] Oh my goodness!

[orchestral music continues]

[music ends]

[woman 1] Your studio, Keyworth Pictures, has the most incredible back catalog.

Noir thrillers,

wartime romances, caper comedies.

An unrivaled collection of heritage media.

By "heritage," you mean old.

I mean, uh, vintage.

You have a great reputation.

Fifty years ago, yes.

Look, I know you're trying to blow smoke up my arse,

but let's be real.

My stages are empty. We're up to our knockers in debt.

I was in Cannes last week

trying to sell our library to some streamers, and they were NFI.

NFI? That's a non-fungible...

Not fucking interested.

The Keyworth brand is not what it was.

We're going under, and everybody knows it.

Well, I believe with your prestige content--

Please don't call it content. Makes me heave.

Okay. Okay.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Prestige movies.

Dreams. Classics.

Like Hotel Reverie.

[tuts]

"I'll be yours forevermore."

My father's favorite.

And mine.

But try telling that to the public.

- I think you'll find them-- - NFI.

Well, you know,

what's the point of watching an old movie starring Ralph Redwell

when you could watch a new movie starring Ryan Gosling or Ryan...

Reynolds?

Yeah. But they're way out of my price league.

Well, what if I told you

my company has an affordable way

to take a shuttered classic, like Hotel Reverie,

and almost instantly recast the lead with a contemporary Hollywood star?

- We can't-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who you will be able to afford

because you'll only need 96 minutes of their time.

You're gonna use one of those AI paint boxes

and deepfake Ryan over Ralph--

What we're proposing isn't fake.

[intriguing music playing]

It's real.

Oh, you've intrigued me.

So which Ryan are we calling first?

[intriguing music continues]

[man] Hey, Brandy.

Listen, the studio are chasing.

I'm telling you, I just love this project for you right now.

We all do.

And, hey, the money is off the chart.

Call me when you get a chance. Bye now. Bye-bye.

No.

Whoa now. Did you read the material? Lola's in almost every scene.

- It's a big role. - It's a big supporting role.

Backing up Mr. "Lead Dude" again.

[man] Hey. [chuckles]

You get lead roles.

Yeah, for Sundance misery porn.

You don't want those roles anymore either?

I'm saying I'm tired of my only available options

being noble victim or fuckable sidekick.

[man] I can't control which box the world wants to put you in.

It's the same box, and I'm sick of it.

You know I got into this to be other things.

To express other things.

Like what?

Like something romantic.

This is romantic.

For the lead guy. I don't wanna be pursued.

Why can't I pursue?

Huh?

I just want something... magical.

Timeless. Something

I can escape into.

Are you talking career or personal life?

Both.

Where's my Casablanca?

Where's... where's... where's my Brief Encounter?

Come on! British romance. 1940s. Classic.

Like Hotel Reverie?

Yes! Hotel Reverie.

"I'll be yours forevermore."

Is that where that line comes from?

The iconic final line? Yeah.

Hey, I knew the line, not the movie.

Weird thing is, this is the second time this has come up this morning.

- What do you mean? - The studio. Uh, Keyworth... something.

- They're doing some kind of reboot. - They're remaking Hotel Reverie?

Yeah, with a high-tech shooting style. They want an A-lister for the male lead.

- To play Alex? Dr. Palmer? I wanna do it. - Yeah.

It's a male lead.

So they... they can't flip it? Have a woman play the lead?

They want a Ryan. One of the Ryans.

Tell them I wanna do this.

- [woman] So I'm afraid Ryan's a "no." - Which one?

Both of them.

Sorry, did you say that they don't have to talk British? They... they can be American?

Didn't get that far.

Also, Timothée Chalamet is unavail.

Chris Hemsworth didn't connect with the material.

Donald Glover says thanks for thinking of him,

but he has a family commitment.

- So they're all NFI? - Sorry?

Is there really not one A-lister who's curious?

Well, you won't believe this,

but Brandy Friday's team says she's interested.

Holy shit! Brandy Friday?

She big?

She's... she's huge. She... she's available?

I tried to explain it's not the Clara role, but...

Well, could we make it the Clara role?

That's the thing.

They said she's only interested if she plays the lead.

- Well, that's just... - Brilliant.

[orchestral music playing on computer]

Ready.

Should I just pretend it's a normal call?

- [man] Yes. - Right.

Here we go.

I realize I'm... I'm waiting for it to ring, but it's not connected, is it?

No.

[laughs]

God, I'm such a fool.

Right, I'll imagine it's ringing.

Hello, Ryce-Lechere residence.

To whom am I speaking?

I...

[giggles]

Oh, God damn it.

Well, it's just so hard when there's no one on the other end.

Uh, from the top.

Take two.

Hello, Ryce-Lechere residence.

To whom am I--

[instrumental string music playing]

[reporter] Buckinghamshire, England.

And an outpouring of grief

as actress Dorothy Chambers is found dead at home.

The cause of death, an overdose of sleeping pills.

The reclusive beauty never married

and was well known to be troubled by pernicious gossip

surrounding her personal life.

- Oh, hi. - [Brandy] Hey.

- This is for you. - Thank you.

- It needs a signature just here. - Oh, sure.

Sorry, I shouldn't, but

I really loved that movie you were in about the secret CIA agent.

- Thank you. - He was so good.

- Thank you. - Are you still with that actor--

Uh, no, we're not together anymore.

Oh, he was so good in that movie about the pilot that saves the...

- I've got to take this. - Okay.

Don't let the gate hit you.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

Great news. You got it.

Got what?

The lead in Hotel Reverie. I guess they're gonna flip it.

- [chuckles] Yes! - Okay, so look.

It's a straight offer, so they're sending the materials to you.

Oh, yeah, I think I just got those.

They say they're gonna need you in the studio next Monday.

- That's in England. - Wait. They start filming next Monday?

Uh, no, they say no. It's some kind of test.

Who's playing Clara?

Seems confidential. It's all laid out

in that info pack.

Pepe from Streamberry is here.

- Thank you. - Wait.

Laid out where?

Yeah, oh, congratulations again. Okay, look, I gotta go. Bye, bye, bye.

Okay, thanks.

[tense orchestral music playing in movie]

[officer] Drop your weapon.

Shoot him. He's trying to kill me.

Wait. I know that man.

He diagnosed my allergy.

Arrest the other man.

Non!

Non! Laissez-moi.

Mais laissez-moi.

[dramatic orchestral music playing]

Stay with me.

Promise me you'll stay.

I'll be yours... forevermore.

[music ends]

[mysterious music playing]

[Brandy] I'll be yours forevermore.

I'll be yours forevermore.

[woman 1] What is up with the printer?

[video rewinding]

[man 1] I just need to get this up and running.

There we go.

- Powering up in a few minutes. - [woman 1] Jack.

[Jack] Give me two seconds. Um...

- Jack. - Yeah?

No liquids near the tech. Isn't that your mantra?

Oh...

Sorry.

- She's late. - Her driver said she's stuck in traffic.

You've only got this stage for two more hours.

It's leased to some Swedes who are shooting a loo roll commercial.

You said we had three hours. No?

I said I'd ask for three.

[Brandy] Hey.

- Hi. - Uh... Ms. Friday.

Judith Keyworth.

Goodness, can I tell you

how thrilled we are that you're doing this?

Oh, it's my pleasure.

I love old movies.

I'm sure.

[both chuckle]

Meet the young lady who I've entrusted with my studio's life.

Uh, Kimmy. Project leader.

Um, and can I just say I've been a fan of you since Zodiac Suite?

You saw Zodiac Suite?

I did. Off-Broadway when I was back in NYU.

- Oh wow. - [Kimmy] And I loved--

[Judith clears throat]

- Yes. - Anyway.

Anyway. Yes.

We, uh... Let's... let's, uh... Let's dive on in.

Okay.

So you know the ReDream, how it works?

Re-what?

Uh, ReDream. The system that we're using.

You got the info pack, right?

[Brandy] The info pack? I...

- You got the script and the movie? - Read the script. Watched the movie.

There was a USB stick in there, too, with the info pack on it.

You... you didn't see that?

Uh, no.

- Uh... - [Judith] Talk me through it.

What exactly am I looking at?

Do... You know your lines, right?

Sure.

Come with me.

We're making the movie right now, in real time,

like theater.

ReDream is the system we're using.

It ingests a movie and all of its surrounding material.

Screenplay, casting reels, dailies, all of it.

It creates an entirely self-sufficient fictive dimension in which we immerse you.

- Can you slow down a little bit, please? - Yeah.

I bet this is very overwhelming.

Why don't you lie down? Lie down and make yourself comfortable.

So, if you hold still, I'm just gonna attach this mesmerizer.

"Mesmerizer"?

[Kimmy] Yeah, it's a nickname for a synaptic fictive interface.

It's... whatever.

- I don't know what you're saying. - Yeah.

Um, when you're in there, everyone and everything except you

will be in stasis until the titles, which should give you a minute to adjust.

Adjust to what?

You're a pro.

Just say your lines, hit the story beats.

If we get too far off arc, we'll pull you out.

That won't happen, though, you know?

[uneasy music playing]

Okay.

Executing runtime.

[murmuring]

And... syncing realms.

[dreamy, ethereal music playing]

[music intensifies]

[dreamy, ethereal music continues]

[Brandy] Oh my God.

[Kimmy] Okay, how we doing in there? I'll be giving you direction. Brandy?

This is insane!

I mean, is this the original movie set?

Yeah, it's a little intense in there at first.

Oh, you think?

I'm in black and white! Uh...

Look, we've got about 90 seconds until we roll the credits.

So... head for the table, the one with the newspaper,

behind the piano.

- Like in the opening scene? - [Kimmy] Exactly.

- There's, like, frozen people? - [Kimmy] Yeah.

They'll unpause when the titles start.

And when they do, just remember that, to them, this is real.

They think that they're real people living in a real world.

- So who are they gonna think I am? - Alex Palmer, Doctor of Tropical Medicine.

Who's a middle-aged British white guy?

Right, that's not who they'll see.

They will see and hear you as you are,

and they'll just accept that you're Alex Palmer,

the character in the story.

Okay, so to them, Dr. Palmer is a Black woman

just rolling up in 1940-whatever, and it's just fine?

That's fine.

- It's fine? - [chuckles]

Yes, that's fine.

It's fine.

[Kimmy] They're AIs. They're... they're constructs.

They only know the parameters of the story and the character names.

I know it sounds crazy. It won't even cross their minds.

[uneasy] Okay.

[Kimmy] Just, uh, keep the story going.

If you say your lines, we're all good.

Good luck.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Get the newspaper.

Okay.

[man 1] Arc ready.

Feedback ready.

Supervision ready.

Forecasting ready.

- Prep titles. - [Jack] Prepped. Simulation running.

- [indistinct chattering] - [uneasy music playing]

[man 1] Five, four, three, two, one.

And action.

- [dreamy music playing] - [woman 1] Titles rolling.

Exterior, hotel, night.

Clara, inbound.

[Kimmy] Yes, it's Dorothy Chambers. Stop staring.

[man 1] Clara speaks in three, two, one...

Excuse me.

Oui. What do you want?

May I have a seat at your table?

It's awfully crowded in here. I was hoping...

[woman 2] I do not understand.

- Which seat do you wish to take? - Keep the paper up, Brandy.

[Clara] Perhaps that one.

That one is for mon petit Bonbon.

Oh.

Bonbon does not sit on the ground. Do you, Bonbon?

Okay, Brandy. You're up.

[man 1] Live dialogue in three, two...

Ma'am?

I have a spare seat.

And I can assure you, no Bonbon.

I couldn't impose.

I could use the company.

It's a very different flavor than dear old Ralphy.

- Alex Palmer. - Oh. Clara Ryce-Lechere.

Ryce-Lechere? That's half the alphabet.

All in sync.

She's word-perfect.

Lechere comes courtesy of my husband, who's French.

[man 1] Story on track.

Pierre Lechere?

[Clara] Claude. Sorry to disappoint you.

Will Claude be joining us?

No, no. Claude has work commitments.

He holds an important role in the business.

- [Brandy] The business? - Oh, my father's business, Ryce Holdings.

Oh my. I didn't realize you were the Clara Ryce.

Oh yes, the Clara Ryce, heir to the Ryce empire.

- Exposition delivered. - [Clara] What brings you to Cairo?

I'm giving a talk at the School of Medicine.

- [Clara] You're a surgeon? - [Brandy] Just a doctor.

Albeit one who knows an absurd amount about tropical diseases.

Backstory deployed. Hitting all her beats.

Dreadful, yes. Accomplished, I'm not so sure.

Oh, waiter. Another scotch, please. And for yourself?

Thank you. A Black Rose.

Ah. A rose for a rose.

[chuckles]

- Attraction building. - [Clara] It's a tradition for me.

One scotch and one Black Rose.

For the heiress?

- Murder attempt number one imminent. - [waiter] Yes.

[suspenseful music playing]

Black Rose created. I repeat, Black Rose has been created.

- [Clara] Oh dear. - [Brandy] What's wrong?

Oh, nothing really. Just the piano.

A piano standing silent always makes me melancholy. Silly, I know.

Say a pianist walked in right now. What would you have him play?

"Clair de Lune."

Oh, that's easy. "Clair de Lune."

- My dad's favorite. - [Brandy] Debussy?

[Clara] Do you know it? Oh, it's the most wonderful piece.

It transports me to the gayest of places.

And at the same time, it's so sad, so full of yearning.

Well, Clara, if it's "Clair de Lune" you want,

it's "Clair de Lune" you shall have.

[note plays]

[dissonant piano playing]

What... What's she doing?

- Uh... - Brandy?

What the hell?

You didn't say it was a real piano.

I thought you could play the real piano.

No!

- But you played the piano in Zodiac Suite. - That was a backing track.

[piano stops]

She can't stop.

The piano playing sets up the inciting incident.

Uh, Brandy, you gotta keep playing. That's the point of the scene.

- ["Chopsticks" playing] - My God, she's doing "Chopsticks."

[man 1] Narrative integrity failing.

We're heading for yellow here.

[Judith] I take it that means something bad.

[sighs] If that one hits red, it collapses.

Oh, great.

[sighs] Mika, how far off base are we?

So, in the original,

the beautiful music makes Clara choke up with emotion.

She steps outside. Alex follows. They talk.

It's the encounter that sets the story rolling.

Can we hit that plot point some other way?

Maybe, but we've got an even bigger problem.

[Judith] Bigger than that?

The poisoned cocktail. The Black Rose.

Shit. [sighs]

Clara's supposed to have left before it makes it to the table, but now...

She's just sitting there.

And if she drinks it, she dies.

- Correct. - And the whole thing's bollocksed.

[man 1] Narrative stress is rising, guys.

Brandy, don't speak. I need you to follow some instructions to get us back on track.

Stop playing the piano.

Go sit next to Clara. Now. Go. Now.

[dog barking]

- [note plays] - [dog barks]

- [scattered applause] - [Kimmy] Apologize for your poor piano.

I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice. [chuckles]

It certainly sounded that way.

On the bright side, you seem to have given Madam "Doglover" a headache.

[chuckles] What a shame.

[waiter] One scotch.

And a Black Rose.

Just in time. I could use a tipple.

[Kimmy] Do not let her drink that. Improvise!

- [Brandy] Oh my God. Look. - What?

- Uh, the big... goose. - No.

- Get rid of the drink. - [Brandy laughs]

- [Clara] But I don't see anything. - [Brandy] Right there. See? Look.

- Was there really a goose? - Yes.

No. There wasn't.

No, there wasn't.

- Mm-mm. I was kidding. - [Clara] I see.

Another joke, I presume.

[laughs] Gotcha.

I don't appreciate mockery, Dr. Palmer.

I had quite enough of that in my school days.

- Good luck with your talk. - [man 1] Attraction falling, guys.

[Kimmy] Don't let her go.

Follow her.

Uh, wait!

Uh, come back!

Wait! I... I'm s...

Dorothy!

[gasps]

Clara! Her name is Clara.

Divergence rising.

Uh, Clara.

[computer beeping]

Why did you call me Dorothy?

Oh dear.

Uh, you remind me of someone.

[Clara] Someone named Dorothy?

[Brandy] Yeah.

Why do I remind you of her?

- They're way off script here. - [Judith] Sh, sh!

[Brandy] She was

someone who the world looked at and

assumed had everything, but

on the inside, she was...

Blue.

I don't know.

But I think so.

Then it's no surprise I remind you of her.

[Kimmy] Follow her into the garden.

Sit beside her.

I was going to.

Going to what?

Oh, I was going to... to ask if you wanna talk about it?

[Clara] Oh, no.

One should never unburden oneself to a stranger.

Oh, it's no burden.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

And I've given up on my dreams of piano playing.

[chuckles] Well, I think that's wise.

[both laugh]

[Clara] I would talk to my husband about it, but honestly,

Claude stopped noticing my temperament some time ago.

He's so consumed by the business.

Papa used to joke that Claude was marrying the company

rather than marrying me.

If that's true, then Claude's crazy.

You're sweet.

[gentle piano music playing]

Romantic interest rising.

[Clara] This Dorothy you mention,

what's true of her is also true of me.

You know, it's silly, but sometimes a sense of such wretchedness seizes me

as though I'm connected to some fathomless sorrow reaching through time.

Perhaps I was a tragic figure in some other life.

I thought you said they weren't self-aware.

They're not.

The... the only reality she's aware of is... is the story.

Actually, I think she might be sensing some echoes.

Well, our Clara AI

is derived from the original performance by Dorothy Chambers. Uh...

And Chambers drew on her own life.

She sunk as much of herself as possible into the role of Clara.

There's echoes of her running right through the data set.

But when she heard her name, connected with that essence,

she's grown a dimension.

And... and it's not really built to accommodate that.

Scene ending in T-minus 30 seconds, guys.

[Clara] This Dorothy, what happened to her?

- We lost touch. - Oh.

I hope she's happy somewhere.

Me too.

Look at me complaining about my life.

You must think me so ungrateful.

Oh, no. I've been there.

- "Been there"? - I mean, I get it.

Oh, you... you "get it."

Yeah. You know, life shit.

- No one says "shit" in the movie. - Oh my God. I mean, um...

"Life shit"?

She's saying it now.

[laughs] I... misspoke.

[Clara] No, I'm not... I'm not offended.

If anything, it's refreshing.

I've never met someone so

differently alive.

[gentle piano music playing]

Romantic likelihood increasing.

Good night, Dr. Palmer.

Good night.

[music intensifies]

[Mika] Forecast good. We're back on track.

[man 1] Narrative stress falling.

Interior. Lobby.

Continuous.

[Judith] Gorgeous Claude.

Darling.

[Clara] Claude.

This is the scene with Claude.

Brandy's not on screen for two minutes, so you're free to talk.

[Clara] Me too. I'm somewhat tired.

Uh, think we're good. Brandy, thank you.

Um, the camera's not on you right now,

so catch your breath.

[Brandy] Hey, you guys saw that, right?

I mean, that was insane.

Are you sure she's a... computer person or whatever?

Because she... she touched me.

- It was weird. I don't... - Uh, mm-hmm.

I've just seen my wife, who is most terribly alive.

You were supposed to serve that special Black Rose.

Oh no.

[bartender] I did, boss, but she never drank it.

[Claude] Never drank it?

Guys? Oi!

What is it?

[Mika] Bonbon's drinking the cocktail.

[Kimmy] Oh.

Shit!

Just a moment, Brandy.

[woman 2] Non!

Bonbon!

Il est mort!

[man 1] Dead dog confirmed.

I repeat, dead dog confirmed.

We have a plot hole forming.

Can... can we plug it?

Okay, so Madam Roban was supposed to steal the cocktail and drink the poison...

[grunts]

This poor lady is dead.

...which means Inspector Lavigne gets called to the hotel

and asks Alex to sign the death certificate.

[sneezes]

And Alex sees Inspector Lavigne sneezing

and diagnoses him with allergies to his own cologne.

[Mika] Which sets up the beat for the final scene when the police burst in.

Lavigne recognizes Alex and tells his men not to shoot.

He diagnosed my allergy.

- But then they won't have met before. - So the police will just shoot her.

That's horrid.

Yeah, I've got it here.

Uh, so that's gonna tank the whole thing.

So it's over, isn't it?

No. We... we can reset. We can try it again.

From scratch?

No, we can't.

There isn't any time.

They've got to get in and start building some gargantuan toilet by noon.

I'm sorry.

Jack, pull her out.

[beeping]

Okay, everybody. That's a wrap, I'm afraid.

- Um, it's still going. - Jack, just pull her out, please.

Uh, yeah, we may have an operational issue in that regard.

What?

Uh, well, the expansion of Clara's character

seems to have triggered a stack overflow, causing the exit code to, um, misbehave.

"Misbehave"? As in, how?

The extraction routine is non-responsive at this time.

- What?! - So you can't pull her out?

Not until she gets to the end credits. If she gets to the credits.

Well, the story's broken anyway. Why don't you just turn the machine off?

No! No, no. Interrupting the simulation

while her consciousness is marooned in there

could cause a catastrophic synaptic failure in the subject.

He's saying Brandy's consciousness would be deleted, and she'd die.

[scoffs] What?

Uh, real Brandy Friday would die?

Well, I mean, there's a 98% chance of fatality, yes.

[Judith] Oh, marvelous.

Keyworth Pictures reinventing vintage movies,

attracting Hollywood stars,

and killing them.

Hey, she's back on-screen in T-minus 90 seconds.

Maybe we should get her--

What about the Lavigne plot hole? They'll shoot Alex in the final scene.

[Judith] Oh Jesus.

That's the end. We have 90 minutes to fix this.

- Crystal, can we find a workaround? - Yeah, maybe. Will I get a story credit?

No. We'll discuss that later. That's fine. Uh, I'll get to work.

Brandy, we need to talk for a moment.

Yeah, we do. I know I went off script, but so did she.

I know I wasn't supposed to say shit.

- But she kind of laughed. - Brandy.

I just... I wasn't expecting it.

I wasn't expecting her to feel so... so real.

- I feel like-- - [Kimmy] Brandy.

- We're gonna move on to the next scene. - Right. Uh...

The next scene is, uh, Lavigne, the cop guy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - To sign the lady's death certificate.

But he's sneezing. And then I'm supposed to--

There's been a change of plan.

Change of plan, how?

Um...

Madam Roban did not drink the cocktail. Her dog did.

Oh, the dog died.

- Wait, the old French lady's still alive? - [Kimmy] Yes.

- Wait. So the cop guy scene can't happen? - [Kimmy] We're working on it.

No, we gotta reset. We gotta start over. We gotta get the story right.

So the thing about that is, um... we can't.

Can't, how?

We're experiencing a slight technical difficulty,

um, which means that we can't extract you until the narrative arc is complete,

as in, the credits roll.

- I'm stuck here? - Until you bring the story to a close.

So I have to make it to the end of the movie?

Yes. You say to Clara your final line, "Yours forevermore,"

credits roll, we pull you on out.

- What if I can't make it that far? - [Kimmy] Let's focus on where we are.

Uh, it's day two. Clock's a-tickin'.

Day two? What does that...

[Kimmy] Clara goes sightseeing.

You ask to accompany her.

Okay, yeah. That's...

Scene change in ten...

New story day inbound.

Brandy, you're gonna feel a time jump at any moment.

- Feel, how? - [Kimmy] It might be a bit of a rug pull.

Time and space change instantly with the edit. Being, like, teleported.

- What do you mean "teleported"? - [Mika] New story day.

Interior. Hotel lobby. Morning.

The scene is on. It's fully populated.

A lot of eyes on you. Blink twice if you understand.

Clara's en route.

Bump into her. Make it look natural.

- Oh! Sorry! - Oh!

- Hey, Clara! - Dr. Palmer.

I'm in the habit of apologizing to you.

Oh, it's quite all right. No harm done.

You heading out?

Well, I was planning on doing some sightseeing,

but Claude's been called away on business,

so it seems it's going to be rather a solitary affair.

- [Kimmy] Invite yourself along. - Unless you--

I don't suppose... you would want to accompany me, would you, Dr. Palmer?

- Palmer's supposed to ask her that. - Shit.

I'm sorry. It's rather forward of me.

She's gaining agency.

What's wrong with that? Actors love agency.

Yeah. I think it adds something to it.

- So why did you say "shit"? - I said, "Shit, yeah."

No, I'm just happy you asked.

So what sights are we seeing?

All that Cairo has to offer.

Um, you're gonna experience some dissolves.

Uh, there's a montage coming up. It might make you a little nauseous.

[feel-good music playing]

- So looking forward to seeing Cairo. - I can't wait.

Hang on in there.

No, because then there's no time for the... the scene

when, uh, Alex overhears Claude talking to Otto.

Fuck!

I could do this for hours.

[feel-good music continues]

[Clara] I had the most magical day.

Yeah, that was a trip.

You do say the funniest things.

I couldn't have asked for a more agreeable companion.

- Me either. - You mean "neither."

But I said "either."

Don't debate grammar.

Thanks for asking me along.

There's no need to thank me.

At all.

[chuckles]

[Kimmy] Here's where she twists her ankle.

Oh God!

- Oh God. - God. Are you okay?

Damn my damned heels.

Help her to her room.

I know!

I know you'll need help getting to your room.

- Oh. - Here.

Seduction scene next.

- [Brandy] Oh, not at all. - [Clara moans]

[Clara sighs]

Okay, so here's where, uh, you ask to check her leg,

and things get a little... heated.

That was quite the fall you took.

Maybe I should check if it's swollen?

Um, well, go gently on me.

I'll do my best. [chuckles]

[gentle music playing]

How does this feel?

[Clara] Oh, that doesn't feel bad at all.

- That's a good sign. - [Clara chuckles]

Will I still be able to join the Bolshoi?

[both chuckle]

I think so.

Perhaps to make certain, you might try a little bit higher.

Like... here?

That's good.

- How about here? - [gasps]

Is that

tender?

Ever so tender.

A tad fruitier than the original.

[knocking at door]

Uh, that'll be the ice I ordered for the swelling.

[Clara] Mm.

Second murder attempt imminent.

- [Clara laughs] - I swear I just ordered the ice.

Well, it would be a shame to waste it.

Are you sure?

Champagne in my room with a stranger. I'd never survive the scandal.

[Brandy chuckles]

[Clara] Gosh, how I yearn to be free.

[Kimmy] This is your scorpion moment.

[Brandy gasps] Don't move.

[Clara] Hmm?

[suspenseful music playing]

[shrieks] Oh my goodness! [gasps]

Oh, I daren't even think what might have happened if you hadn't been here.

Oh, Alex.

[romantic music playing]

- [computer chimes] - Romance levels peaking.

Uh, yeah, that... that is peaking.

She wasn't like this with Ralphy.

No.

[Jack] Oh shit!

- [man 1] Data feed down. - We've lost picture.

- Time code borked. - Live feed down.

No! Fuck!

- [Jack] I'm sorry. - [Kimmy] The coffee, Jack. The fucking--

[silence]

[Clara exhales]

My heart is pounding like a drum.

I feel as if the whole world has somehow stopped turning.

So do I.

What is it?

Do you hear that?

It's silent.

So it is.

- [Jack] I'm sorry! I spilled my coffee. - Brandy! Brandy, can you hear me?

Brandy!

God damn it!

[mysterious ethereal music playing]

- Oh. - Who is that?

It's Otto.

Your husband's henchman kind of guy. Oh, wait.

You're not supposed to know that. Forget I said that.

Claude doesn't have henchmen.

Why isn't he moving?

[Brandy] They must be resetting.

"They"?

- [splutters] No, no. I... - Can you fix this?

- Can I have... Towel! - I told you about the coffee, dude.

I don't understand.

Kimmy?

- Alex? - Kimmy?

Alex, I...

[Clara] Wait.

[tense music playing]

- [Judith] What's going on? - We've lost connection.

- But it's still running. - Sure, but she is stuck in the simulation.

So she could die? Be honest.

- No. - Maybe.

If you had to put a percentage on it?

[splutters] Fifty-fifty?

She said be honest!

[tense music continues]

[Brandy] Hello?

Guys?

Hello?

Kimmy, can you hear me?

Guys?

Kimmy?

- Who's Kimmy? - [Brandy sighs]

[sighs] Madam Roban. She's... she's still alive.

She's supposed to be dead, and the story's all messed up now.

- You're... you're frightening me. - [Brandy] Guys?

G-Guys?

Kimmy, it's not cool to leave me hanging like this.

- Please tell me what's happening. - Guys?

- Alex? - I'm not fucking Alex!

[pants]

I need to speak to Kimmy, okay?

I'd... I'd explain, but you won't get it.

How do you know what I won't get?

The world's broken, and they're gonna have to reset it.

You... probably won't remember any of this.

The movie is over. I repeat, the movie is over!

- What movie? - The...

Oh my God. This whole world's a movie.

[scoffs] No, it's not.

Look around.

Yeah. It's not even in color.

I don't know what you mean.

See this banana?

Not yellow.

This orange?

Un-orange.

That's a perfectly normal orange.

[Brandy sighs]

So what color is this apple?

The same color an apple always is.

Red or green?

[mysterious ethereal music playing]

See? None of this is real.

You're not real.

I... No, I'm... I'm as real as you are.

[Brandy scoffs]

Do you remember being a kid?

Do you have any childhood memories at all?

I...

You mentioned your dad earlier.

Can you describe what he looks like?

Anything about him?

- You can't. - I...

You don't even know his face because he's not in this movie.

I don't... I don't like this game.

No, that... that's exactly it.

It's a game.

It's... "let's pretend." It's a performance.

You're a performance!

No.

Stop it. I'm--

When I called you Dorothy earlier, she wasn't someone I knew.

She was you.

The real you.

She's an actress.

Or... was an actress.

Dorothy Chambers?

You're a role she played.

[breathing shakily]

No.

No, no.

Shit.

[music fades]

[Clara sighs]

[breathing shakily]

[melancholy ethereal music playing]

[knocking at door]

[music fades]

Hey.

Uh, I'm sorry I yelled at you back there.

This... whole thing's just really hard to explain.

[splutters] This is all a story

in a computer.

Or, uh...

Or I... I guess think of it like a play

in the brain of a machine.

For now, the movie's stopped...

for the moment.

I don't know why.

Maybe some technical problem.

[gentle music playing]

I know I said you weren't real.

But I'm kind of not either.

My name's not Alex. It's Brandy.

I'm like you.

I'm an actor.

They... they hired me to...

recast this whole thing.

I don't know if

any of this makes any sense to you?

[chuckles]

But, um...

I'm really sorry.

[breathes deeply]

[footsteps retreating]

- [computer beeping] - [indistinct chattering]

[Kimmy] Wait. So the story's on hold, but time's still advancing?

Yeah, the chronographic tempo's way out of whack.

Which means?

It means time in there for her is running a lot faster than it is for us out here.

Faster, as in?

As in six, seven hours a second.

Does that mean we have to pay her for more days?

[footsteps approaching]

- Clara? - I thought you said I was Dorothy.

Sleeping in the lobby makes you look like a hobo.

I tried the doors. None of them have insides.

They're not part of the story. Where are you going?

To find a way out.

- I'll come with you. - [Clara] No, you won't.

[sighs]

[brooding string music playing]

[tense music sting]

[gasps, sighs]

[computer beeping]

Something just breached the fringe.

What?

[pensive string music playing]

[gasps]

There it is again.

Is it Brandy?

[Clara gasps]

[music fades]

[intriguing gentle piano music playing]

I think it might be Clara.

- Clara? - [man 1] Yeah.

She... she would've been exposed to the full data pool.

[man 1] I guess.

Do we think that's... bad?

Yeah. Yeah, that's...

Oh no.

- You seriously have to fix this. - You seriously have to let me.

[dramatic string music playing]

- [dramatic string music continues] - [inaudible]

[dramatic string music continues]

[music intensifies]

- [sighs] - [music fades]

[silence]

[breathing shakily]

[gasps]

[sniffles]

[piano notes playing]

[dissonant notes playing]

[Clara] Stop.

Look, I may not be real, and you may not be who you say you are,

and this entire existence might be a meaningless pantomime, but

if you and I are going to be stuck here together,

then I'm not going to let you defile that piano one moment longer.

Go on, budge.

Sit over there. Watch and learn.

[chuckles]

[ethereal music playing]

[Kimmy] Come on, come on, come on!

- [computer chimes] - [Jack] I think I've got something.

Uh...

- [Mika] Oh my God. - [Crystal] Whoa. What's that?

- [man 1] Clara... - Okay.

Why is Clara at the piano?

- That's not in the script. - What is that?

[Crystal] What is she doing?

[Kimmy] Oh, uh...

- What? - What? [tuts] Oh God.

- Ready? - [chuckles] I'm ready.

[chuckles]

["Clair de Lune" playing]

["Clair de Lune" continues]

[inaudible]

["Clair de Lune" continues]

["Clair de Lune" continues]

[inaudible]

["Clair de Lune" continues]

[inaudible]

[music ends]

- Morning. - Morning.

I love you.

[Brandy] Mm-hmm.

[Clara] "Mm-hmm"?

[both chuckle]

You know I do too. I...

- Phew. - [laughs]

[chuckles]

I just...

I wonder...

What do you wonder?

Do you think you love me because

Clara was written

to feel that way?

About this person she met, this...

this Alex Palmer.

[ethereal music playing]

But you're not Alex Palmer.

[keyboard clacking]

- We have got a save state! - Thank God!

[man 1] Chronographic tempo restored.

[Jack] I think we can reinstate comms too.

- I can talk to her? - [Jack] Voice only.

We won't have a visual until we reset.

Brandy?

Brandy?

- Kimmy? - [Kimmy] Oh, thank God!

Brandy? What is it?

It's them.

- Them? - As in "them."

You mean the people on the outside?

Look, we had a hardware issue.

We're just gonna have to pick it up from where we were.

Where we were? As in...

[Kimmy] The... the scene in Clara's hotel suite.

The kiss after the scorpion.

Bit of time has passed for her.

Wait, we're going back to...

[Kimmy] Resetting the scorpion scene, yes.

Uh, wait, Clara's here, and she knows who I am, and we've been...

No, don't worry.

Um, she won't remember anything that occurred after the save point.

Okay. Save state prepped.

She won't remember?

[Kimmy] No, just back to the film like nothing happened.

What won't I remember?

Um, you ready?

[Jack] Reloading save state in five. Four.

- Link reestablished. - [Jack] Three.

Two.

- One. - Wait! No, no, no, no!

[emotional string music playing]

My heart is pounding like a drum.

- [Kimmy] Yes! - [Crystal] Great.

[Judith] Oh, thank God.

[Clara sighs]

She's got dialogue here.

Brandy?

You're supposed to say, "As is mine."

Brandy?

As is mine.

I feel as though the whole world has stopped turning.

[Kimmy] "So do I."

The line is, "So do I."

So do I.

Oh my word.

[Clara sighs]

[pensive music playing]

I'm a married woman.

I mustn't behave this way. I can't

feel this way.

"Feel what way?"

Feel what way?

Don't make me say it.

Um, okay, so your line here is--

You don't have to say anything you don't want to.

That's not the line.

- What? - [Mika] What's going on?

You must go.

You heard her. You gotta go.

I don't want to.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, but you must.

[Kimmy] Yes, Brandy. You really must!

It's part of the story.

I'm so sorry, Dr. Palmer.

So am I.

[door opens, closes]

[Kimmy] How we doing in there?

[ethereal music playing]

Um, Brandy?

You... you can talk to me.

I'm here.

I need you to focus.

Can you focus?

Look, all you need to do is keep the arc going

and say your final line at the right time.

Trigger the end credits.

When the credits roll, we can extract you. You got it?

What... what if I don't say it?

What?

What happens if I don't say the final line?

Um, well, you'd be stuck in there.

For how long?

Forever.

- [uneasy music playing] - Mm.

And, listen, Brandy, if that happens,

your actual body out here,

that would die.

But... but my spirit,

consciousness, whatever, that would...

that would stay here?

With her?

Brandy, what are you asking me?

Nothing.

Good. Don't lose it now.

I won't. What happens next?

Courtyard scene. You head out for a smoke,

overhear Otto tell Claude about the scorpion.

- We good? - Sure.

Uh, head out, light my cigarette, overhear the bad guys.

[uneasy music playing]

What is going on with her?

I... don't know.

[Mika] Scene 63. Alex smoking in the garden.

[Claude] Well, is my problem taken care of?

- [Otto] No, boss. - [Claude grunts]

[Otto] The doctor trapped it in a glass.

Wait. What doctor?

[Otto] The one attending to her.

Earlier, she fell and twisted her ankle.

If only she'd snapped her neck.

Look surprised as you overhear them. This is fresh information to you.

She dies tonight.

Great. Now beat it back to Clara's suite

before the assholes start discussing the rooftop plot.

[Claude] Let's try plan C.

Did you sabotage the railing as we agreed?

Loosened up nicely, boss.

[Claude] Excellent.

I'll invite her up there to take in the view,

then a quick shove,

then my troubles are over.

- [Claude laughs] - [knocking at door]

- Hey. - Alex.

- Your husband's trying to kill you. - If this is another of your absurd japes...

My husband may have many faults, Dr. Palmer, but a murderer he is not.

- [door opens] - [Claude] Darling.

- Who are you? - Bran--

- Alex Palmer. - Crystal, how we doing?

- Okay. I have a pitch for the third act. - Uh-huh.

So, at the end of this scene, uh, Alex leaves the room,

spots Otto, threatens him.

So then Otto tells Alex about the loosened railing.

But Alex already knows they'll be on the roof,

so that beat's actually sort of redundant.

That's right.

So what if, instead of chasing Otto,

Alex runs across the street to the police station,

warns them about Claude, then she can meet Lavigne?

- And diagnose his allergies there. - Great.

Do I get a credit?

If it works.

Okay. [giggles]

- Will it work? - Don't ask me. You called it "great."

There's no time for notes.

Is there anything I can help you with, my good doctor?

The doctor was just leaving. I'll show you out, Dr. Palmer.

- I swear that's the voice I heard. - That's enough.

- Please, I-- - I want you to leave this room.

And you can leave this damned hotel for all I care.

I never want to see you again.

[Claude] My darling.

Okay, so this is where you'd usually turn left.

Yeah, spot Otto, give chase, get the info about the rooftop. I've got it.

No, no, no. We have a rewrite. Uh, new pages.

Okay.

[Kimmy] So you have to make a right and head to the police station.

Across the street?

Demand to speak to the highest-ranking cop.

- Uh, Lavigne. - [Kimmy] Correct.

All you have to do is tell him Clara's husband is plotting something.

- He won't believe you, but... - But he'll sneeze.

I'll diagnose his cologne allergy, and he'll remember me for the finale.

- Yeah, that works. - But hurry, okay?

Okay, it's creating a new scene.

Interior. Police station. Night.

[tense music playing]

[Madam Roban] Just a dog?

Bonbon was not just a dog.

And he was murdered.

[Crystal] Oh no, Madam Roban!

I forgot she was still in play.

- Oh. - [Kimmy] Damn it!

Brandy, just ignore the French lady. Jump the line.

[splutters] I need to speak to your most senior inspector here.

Please wait your turn. Madam was here first.

And I am reporting a murder.

Yes, of your poor sweet dog.

- That's right. - That's why I'm here.

[Madam Roban] It is?

No, it isn't.

Yes, I know the man responsible for murdering Bonbon.

- Bonbon? - Madam's dog.

You do?

Yes. The most dangerous maniac.

And who is this maniac?

I'll only tell your most senior inspector here.

What's all this? Explain yourself.

[Lavigne sneezes, sighs]

Four minutes.

Brandy, just summarize and split.

This woman's dog has been murdered by Claude Ryce-Lechere.

He's about to kill his wife. He's been trying for days.

What are you talking about?

[sneezes]

Also, I'm a doctor. You're allergic to your cologne.

Change it, and you'll stop sneezing.

Okay, listen out for gunshots, okay?

And remember this face.

[Lavigne sneezes]

Final murder attempt imminent.

[Clara sighs]

Oh, Claude.

Oh, it's so romantic.

Is everything all right?

Yes. It's just, um,

you've been so busy.

I thought it was high time you got what you deserve.

Darling.

Was that enough?

Uh, mm...

- We think so. - You can't tell?

Three minutes remaining.

Just head to the roof.

How confident are we?

4.5.

Out of...

- I'll tell you later. - [man 1] Seven minutes until end credits.

[Claude] I chose this spot

so you could enjoy the finest vantage point in all of Cairo.

You do think of everything.

[Claude] Indeed, I have.

Why,

oh, look at the pretty oil lamps of the street vendors.

I can't make them out.

Come a little closer. Lean over the railing.

[Clara] I... [chuckles] It looks a bit dirty.

[Claude] I don't know.

But it... it also looks quite unsafe.

[Claude] Nonsense. Lean against it.

- I re... I really don't want to. - I said lean!

Claude, what has got into you?

[Clara gasps]

[Claude] Just do as I say.

- No, please, no! [gasps] - Lean over the railing. Lean!

What?

- Get away from her! - [Claude] Not one step closer.

[Brandy] The police station is across the street.

Pull that trigger, they'll come running.

Well, that's a chance I'm willing to take.

- Alex, no! - [Claude grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

- [Claude grunting] Come here. - [gasping]

[laughs maniacally]

I knew something was amiss with you.

Huh? The good doctor.

Well... [grunts]

The story arc really doesn't like this.

This is the end for you both.

- [Claude laughs maniacally] - [Brandy grunting]

[gunshot]

- [gunshot] - [dramatic music playing]

[Claude groans] You?

[music subsides]

What did she do that for?

- I don't... - Claude's not meant to die.

No, he's not.

Police inbound.

Shit, they'll arrest Clara.

What will happen if they do that?

So they cuff Clara, and they haul her away on a murder charge.

But Alex can still say the last line as they drag Clara away.

- That should trigger the credits. - So it... it becomes a tearjerker?

Young love destroyed when one of them winds up in the slammer?

I... I don't know. It's different, but it works.

- A bit ahead of its time. - It gets her out of there.

- I killed him. - [gun clatters]

- Brandy, new ending. - [Clara] I killed him.

- The cops are coming. - The police are coming.

- [Kimmy] They'll arrest her. - They'll arrest you.

- Let them. - Yes, let them.

And then what happens?

She goes to jail. So what?

- For how long? - [Kimmy] From her perspective, forever.

But she's not fucking real, so who cares, Brandy?

I was born in a cage. I should die in a cage.

I...

No!

[tense string music playing]

- [Brandy] Uh... - What are you doing?

- We tell the police I shot your husband. - No.

They'll arrest me.

- No. - Believe me. It is the best way.

I won't let them.

Story arc is critical.

[breathes deeply]

I love you.

And I love you.

[emotional string music playing]

[tense music playing]

Forgive me.

Clara, no!

- What are you doing? - Stop!

[officer] Stop, or I shoot.

Drop your weapon.

Wait. I know this person.

He's a doctor. He--

No!

Oh God.

- [gunshot] - [gasps, whimpers]

[gasps]

No!

[labored breathing]

No. No.

[somber music playing]

[sobbing]

Don't cry for me.

Remember me.

Arc closing?

[computer beeping]

[Jack] Her body's going into shock.

I can't extract till she cues titles. She's gotta say the line.

Say the line, Brandy.

Say the line.

[sobs] No!

- [computer beeping] - [groaning]

- [Kimmy] Brandy. - [groans]

[Brandy sobs]

Brandy, say the line.

Say the line, Brandy.

[sobs]

I'll be yours

forevermore.

[sobs]

[Brandy crying]

[Crystal whimpers, sobs]

- We have an ending. - Extracting.

[Mika] Do you think it worked? The ending?

Did it for me. [sniffles]

Roll credits.

[gasps]

[grunts]

[music ends]

[gentle string music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

Not a dry eye in the house.

[poignant piano music playing]

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[narrator] Last century,

Keyworth Pictures invited guests to Hotel Reverie.

Now, with the help of ReDream and our friends at Streamberry,

we'd like to welcome you back.

You might notice a few changes in the old place.

Renowned Dr. Alex Palmer encounters tragic heiress Clara Ryce.

Waiter, another scotch, please. And for yourself?

Thank you. A Black Rose.

A rose for a rose.

A piano standing silent always makes me so melancholy.

It's silly, I know.

If it's "Clair de Lune" you want, it's "Clair de Lune" you shall have.

[narrator] Yet, even as their affection grows,

the pair are unaware of Clara's fiendish husband, Claude,

plotting her death.

My accursed wife has more lives than a damn cat.

She dies tonight.

Don't move.

[gasps] Oh my goodness!

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

[melancholy piano music playing]

[music fades]

So I... I just pretend it's a normal telephone call?

[man] Well, yes.

[Clara laughs] Right you are, Capt. Keyworth.

[Clara giggles]

I'm... I'm here waiting for it to ring. It...

but it's not connected, is it?

No. [giggles]

[phone ringing in video]

[gasps]

[gentle piano music playing]

[clears throat] Hello, Ryce-Lechere residence.

Hi.

Who's this?

A... friend?

Do I know you?

Yes and no.

[chuckles]

What an intriguing answer.

Well, tell me more.

How much time do you have?

Since you've got a kind voice...

I've got all the time in the world.

[gentle piano music continues]

[music fades]

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