Original subtitles

- [Morgan] Look, I just, I can't.

- Because you don't trust me.

- It's not you.

I don't talk about my life with anyone.

- Morgan, I've known you for two years.

I saved your life last week.

Doesn't that take me out of the category of anyone?

- I shouldn't have got you involved.

- What are you saying?

You wish you'd died in a walk-in freezer

so that you wouldn't have to talk to me now?

- Everyone who gets close to me gets hurt.

- Is that what happened to her?

It's me.

Why don't you just say it?

It's because I was a junkie, a whore.

I'm damaged goods.

- Maya.

Don't ever think that.

- Tell me what to think.

(phone ringing)

Don't.

- Yeah.

- [Carl] For God's sakes,

just have sex with the woman already.

- Do you have a name for me?

- Pop a few Viagra.

Guaranteed to help you get over those Catholic scruples.

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

Now, that wasn't nice.

Would you hang up on God?

- Do you have a name for me?

- Indeedy doody, I do.

A giant among thinkers.

A philosopher king.

There was Plato, Nietzsche,

and now Timothy Albert.

- How can I help you?

- Well, you can do something about my digital camera.

It broke the first time I tried to use it.

Look at this.

Doesn't flash, it doesn't display photos.

It's a useless piece of crap.

And Yor-Mart better do something about it

or I'm gonna take it and shove it up your-

- Say cheese.

(ominous music)

I gotta hand it to you, dude,

you picked a really good camera.

Only an incredibly sharp, savvy, with it kind of guy

like yourself would choose a camera like this.

Thank you for shopping at Yor-Mart.

Please come again.

- You're welcome.

- Next.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- Hey, birthday number seven.

That was a very good hair year for me.

But look at that cake.

(gasps) What a disaster.

Who made that?

Me.

What would you know?

You're only like seven.

So anyways, your birthday, tomorrow's the big one-oh, kid.

Double digits.

And I'm going to take the whole day off

and we can do anything you wanna do.

Just you and me.

Unless there's somebody else you want to come.

- I just want you to know no child was loved more

by his dad.

He will always love you.

- Yeah.

I wish your mom and dad could come too.

But they'll be there, because we'll remember them.

Gabe.

I know that this is your first birthday with just me.

I'm not pretending.

I mean, I know they're both gone now,

but we can be happy too.

I want you to know

that taking care of you has made me happy,

happier than I have ever been.

So it's bad, but something good came out of it too.

- Oh, no, thank you for shopping at Yor-Mart.

- I don't know how you do it, man.

10 irate customers lined up at 9:00 a.m.

with busted appliances and bad attitudes,

and by 9:30 you've turned them all

into lifetime Yor-Mart shoppers.

- Ah, well, don't thank me, thank Pythagoras.

- Who?

- Fifth century BC.

He was one of the sophists.

He said, "Of all things, the measure is man,

of the things that are, how they are,

and of the things that are not, how they're not."

- Wow.

So what does that mean?

- Well, Bernard, it means that we create our own reality

by the way we perceive it.

And that's why I love Yor-Mart.

And here all things are possible.

Everything's covered up in shine and glitz

and attractive packaging.

And because we believe it makes us happy, it does.

- Well, right now, I perceive my dogs are barking,

so I'm gonna take a load off.

- I told you I could fix those fallen arches for you,

Bernard, and a whole lot more too.

You gotta believe me.

I could change your reality.

- I figure life is what it is.

But you keep on thinking those good thoughts, Protagorist.

Protagorist.

- No T.

- Mr. Albert?

- Oh, call me Tim.

How can I help you?

- You are the Timothy Albert

with a PhD in philosophy from Kingston University?

- The same.

- Well, then I'm actually here to help you.

Or try.

- You know, I think I'm just about as happy

as I could ever be right now.

But I'm willing to give it a shot, always.

Lay it on me.

- Eternal damnation or a chance at redemption.

- Mm.

Theology, not my department.

Hey, Lydia.

- Hi, Tim.

- What's on the menu of dreams today?

- Salad spinner.

- Excellent.

And where's your happiness, remember?

In the moment. - In the moment.

- That's Lydia.

She was my first customer.

I took her outta the past into the eternal present.

- Look, I don't care about your customers.

I'm here to talk about your deal with the devil.

- Extreme muscle tension.

- What?

- Got the weight of the world syndrome.

Feel like you gotta save everyone.

- Mr. Albert, this is more important than life and death.

- Oh, listen, dude, I don't do dichotomies.

No, life, death, good, bad, right, wrong, up, down,

those are all constructs, not concrete.

Change your mind, you can change your reality.

- No, you're the one who needs to change your reality

and fast.

- You are the one who's suffering,

haunted by regret.

Fear that everything you've ever done is meaningless.

You don't deserve this torment.

Just let it go.

- I can't.

I have to help you.

- I'm good.

Dude, I'm golden.

Why don't you help yourself for a change?

Give yourself permission to live your own dreams.

Yours are so simple.

Work, eat, sleep, fall in love.

All you want to do is be human.

Just let it happen.

Gotta boogie.

It's break time.

- Wait.

- Can I help you?

- I was just looking for someone.

- Who?

(motorcycle rumbling)

- Morgan!

You were right.

I aced the final.

I've known you for two years.

- Final?

- Highest mark in my entire medieval lit class.

- Congratulations.

- I think this calls for a little celebration?

(kissing)

- Um...

Redemption, life and death.

But I have something to do.

- Don't worry.

I'll show you exactly what to do.

(kissing) Home sweet home.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I just thought we'd never get here.

- If I knew you were that impatient,

I'd have done it on the bike.

(Maya laughs)

(kissing)

(Maya laughs)

- Gabe, come on.

Matinee starts in 20 minutes.

We'll miss the commercials.

Hey, the world is not going to go off its axis

because one pencil is out of line.

Okay, I'll pack us a snack.

- I wish I was the best mommy in the world

so I can always show you how much I love you.

- He will always love you.

(solemn music)

- Come on, Gabe, we gotta go!

Gabe?

We're gonna be late for the game.

(solemn music)

Geez, tiger.

This place looks like a bomb hit it.

Maybe we should do a little cleanup before we go?

- Ah, come on, honey.

It's always like this.

He's just a kid.

- All right, fine.

We'll live like pigs one more day.

- Come on, sport.

Let's scram.

Before she wises up.

- You undermining my authority?

- No, I'm not.

You don't have any.

- Oh, yes, I do!

- (laughs) Put your uniform on, Gabe.

- Hey, gimme some of that.

- This is my bottle.

Get your own.

- [Morgan] Come on.

I want some.

(laughs)

(phone ringing)

- Morgan can't come to the phone right now,

but if you leave your name and number...

Oh.

Hi, Carl.

Yeah, he's right here.

- Hello.

- It's almost tee time.

Where the hell are you?

- Who is this?

- Oh, always the comedian.

Suppose today you're a standup comedian,

as in standing up your best friend?

- You're my best friend?

- Ouch.

You wound me, Morgie.

I'm hanging up now,

lest you zap me with another bolt of lightning wit.

Grab your clubs and get over here.

- Where?

(Carl slurping)

(calm music)

- Morgan.

Finally.

I see you eyeing the bar with evil intent.

Can I buy you a cocktail?

- PhD in philosophy?

No.

There was a...

I was looking for someone.

It was important.

- Well, you know my philosophy.

Golf first, ask questions later.

(calm music)

- How can I help you?

I'm sorry, we don't sell guns.

- Really?

Then how do you explain the fact

that I found it on a shelf in beauty products?

Don't you know people bring their children here?

- I...

Somebody must have left it.

- What, do you think someone just put down their gun

for a minute while they checked out eyeshadows?

Is that what you're gonna tell police

after some toddler blows her own head off?

- I'm sorry, I can't explain it.

- Well, that does not make me very happy.

Isn't that your job?

- Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Thank you.

(whistling)

(car honking)

- Two slices of bread and it's time for a Carl sandwich.

Meow.

Which reminds me, how's your little minx purring these days?

- Maya?

She's...

She's good, she got an A on her test.

- Grown woman still in school.

Who needs a PhD anymore?

Still, you always did like the brainy ones.

So Morgie's settling down, huh?

Slipping on the noose.

Buying the cow.

- Nice shot.

Yeah.

Guess I am.

- Listen, creep, I'm trying to help you avoid a lawsuit.

I don't need any personal advice on my anger issues.

- Is there a problem, ma'am?

- Yes, there is a problem.

This little nobody is trying

to tell me I'm a calm, serene, peaceful person.

Do I look serene to you?

- No ma'am. - Thank you.

- I don't understand, it's not working.

- What you don't understand could fill a library.

You think you're smarter than me?

You are an irrelevant retail peon

who doesn't understand anything about the real world.

- I'm sorry.

You're right. - Damn right I'm right.

Now I'm gonna go dispose of this before somebody gets hurt.

- Since when do we sell guns?

- You know what I think?

I think you're living in a dream world.

- Feels good, huh, sport?

You earned it, Gabe.

You had a great season.

- You made your father very happy.

Now he can live through you and get no exercise whatsoever.

(kissing) (laughing)

- Keep it in your pants, Danny.

You know my sister only likes it once a month.

- Taylor, glad you finally made it.

- Wouldn't wanna miss the big birthday party.

- It's tomorrow.

- Whatever.

- Are you going dancing

or is that the outfit you've been wearing since last night?

- [Danny] Jeri.

- Hmm, Gabe Hullstrom, Most Valuable Player.

Woohoo.

Maybe you can even coach the team

when you're a middle age loser.

Oops.

- Don't spoil it for him, Taylor.

- Come on.

You're not actually proud of this, are you, Gabe?

- Yeah, I am.

- Wow, fine.

Don't let me pop your middle class bubble.

I'll see you around.

- [Danny] Hey.

Forget it, sport.

It's not about you, okay?

- [Maya] So my professor asked me to write this paper

on "Sir Gwaine and the Green Knight."

He says, if it's good, it could even become my thesis.

- Huh.

Why'd you decide to study medieval literature?

(Maya laughs)

What?

- You know very well you got me into it.

- I did?

How?

- You read me the entire "Canterbury Tales" out loud

in original Middle English.

It was like I was there.

You don't remember?

Come on, Morgan.

Don't go all weird on me.

I've been looking my whole life for a great guy like you.

And I don't wanna have to send you back to the factory.

(Maya kisses)

- Nope.

Sorry.

It's too late for that.

- Yeah, why?

- 'Cause I love you.

(Morgan kissing) (Maya laughing)

(customers grumbling)

- Lydia.

What are you doing here?

- I wanted to talk to you.

- About what?

- Well, I lost it, Tim.

You said to stay in the moment.

You said that's where my happiness would be.

I can't find it.

I can't find the moment.

- Find the moment?

Lady, go whine someplace else.

- Take it easy.

- Don't tell me to take it easy.

I need some help.

I can't make it work.

- What? - The camera.

It was working fine yesterday when you took that picture.

I look great.

But I've been taking pictures of myself all night

and I just keep getting worse and worse.

- [Timothy] It's wearing off.

- What's wearing off?

My warranty?

I'll pay extra to extend it.

No, please.

You gotta help me, please.

(customers grumbling)

(slow music)

- Morgan?

Are you okay?

- The pictures, they're all gone.

- What pictures?

- Pictures of us on the wall,

at the beach, at some party in the woods.

- [Maya] Morgan, you don't like pictures.

That's why we never take any.

- No.

Something's wrong, this isn't...

- Look.

Is this cold feet?

I mean, we've been hinting around about getting more serious

and maybe you're just not ready.

- Maya Kandinski,

will you marry me?

(gentle music)

- Yes.

(kissing)

- [Morgan] Hi, you've reached Morgan Pym.

Leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can.

- Yeah, it's Timothy Albert, guy you came to see yesterday.

Listen, I really need to talk to you right away.

You can call me at Yor-Mart.

(door bangs)

- Rough morning?

- God, am I glad to see you.

Done my last roach, I really need to destress.

Hey.

- Yeah.

Sucks to be you, don't it?

- No, not usually.

I mean, but well, that's just really a matter of perception.

But anyway, do me for an ounce?

- That depends.

Can you do me for 10 years of back payments?

- (snorts) No, no.

Our relationship is not based on money.

You usually just give it to me.

- That was 'cause you were keeping

that damn narc off my back.

- Narc?

- [Speaker] Hands where I can see 'em, scumbag.

- And I finally said to myself, "Hey, damn Rafe,

you got enough money you can take care

of any narc that comes after you.

You don't need help from this candy ass cashier."

- No, wait, stop.

You're talking about things

that aren't a part of my reality.

- You know what I think?

I think you are living in a dream world.

And I'm your wake up call.

- [Jeri] Come on, sleepyhead.

Your breakfast is getting cold!

- Coming!

- [Danny] I'm going to eat your pancakes!

- No, you're not.

- [Jeri] Then I'm going to eat some!

- [Gabe] No, you're not!

- [All] Surprise!

- Happy birthday, tiger!

- I hope you like cake for breakfast!

- [Timothy] Stop hitting me.

We can talk about this.

- We'll talk when I get my money.

(fist smacking)

- I don't have it, I don't have the money.

I never needed money to be happy.

- Well, I do.

(fist smacking)

- [Jeri] Make a wish.

- [Timothy] Rafe, can we please just...

(fist smacking)

We can work it out together.

Ow!

We can, no, we can change the-

(Gabe blowing)

(guests applauding)

- And right after I get outta my class,

I want to go out for dinner and drink champagne

and call all our friends and tell them you proposed.

I already told my folks

and they were so happy for both of us.

Hey, we should call your parents and tell them.

What do you think about a beach wedding

since we're not into the church thing?

(clears throat) What are you looking for?

- I don't know.

- Who's that?

- I don't know her name.

- Why is her picture on our table?

- I don't know.

- Morgan, let's not play games.

We've been together for two years.

- Have we?

- What?

- There's no pictures of us, Maya.

And even when there were,

I don't remember being in those places with you.

- Morgan, you're not making any sense.

- You say we should tell my parents about getting engaged.

Have you met them?

- Of course.

- Okay.

What are their names?

You see?

I don't know either.

I don't know what year I was born.

It's like there's pieces of my life that are missing

and there's something important

that I'm supposed to be doing.

(phone ringing)

- I thought we were important.

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- [Recording] First message.

- [Timothy] Yeah, it's Timothy Albert,

guy you came to see yesterday.

I really need to talk to you right away.

Call me at Yor-Mart.

- I have to go.

(door thumping)

(suspenseful music)

- [Jeri] Come on, Gabe, gotta go.

- Are you Bernard?

- Mr. Hullstrom, thanks for coming.

- Taylor, what were you thinking?

- Look, if you're gonna lecture me, I'd rather go to jail.

- Well, maybe that's what it would take

for you to learn some responsibility.

- Sorry to have to bring you in here for this,

but one of our other customers saw her in the aisle with-

- I found her shoplifting.

Right in front of me.

In case you hadn't heard, it's against the law.

- We caught her with the merchandise in her purse.

Thanks for the help, Lydia.

I'm gonna take it from here.

- Why didn't you just ask us for some money, Taylor?

- We've given her money.

How could you do this on Gabe's birthday?

- [Bernard] Mr. Hullstrom, sir,

this looks to me like a family matter.

Tell you what,

if you'll agree to keep her outta Yor-Mart from now on,

we won't press charges.

- Thank you very much.

- Let's go.

(ominous music)

- Morgan, Morgan.

Oh, thank God you're here.

It's all falling apart.

I'm not in control anymore, I just...

Oh, Morgan, man,

tell me you know who I am.

- I just, I don't understand what you mean.

You spun me?

- Into another dimension, a parallel reality.

And we all have an infinite number of possible realities,

we just have to shift our perception.

- So you're saying my life,

this life is just something I dreamed up?

What about other people I know?

Did I dream them up too?

- I can't say that I really understand the physics,

but everybody seems real.

There must be some kind of awesome rescheduling going on,

just to fit it all together.

- Scheduling?

By who, the devil?

- Well, at the time I thought he was just a construct,

but now I'm pretty sure he was real.

- You're insane.

- Where have you been?

I've been calling you all day.

- Ah, I'm sorry.

My phone must have been off.

What's with the uniform?

- Nice.

That's nice.

What, you don't want your friends to know I'm a waitress?

- Waitress?

Sorry, I...

- Forgot?

Like you forgot we were supposed to spend the day together?

- Oh, actually that's not his fault.

- Excuse me, but who are you

and what are you doing in our apartment?

- I'm Tim.

We met at Yor-Mart yesterday, Yor-Mart.

- So you ask me to marry you and then you bail on me

to spend a day hanging out with a stranger at Yor-Mart?

I guess it's a good thing I picked up an extra shift.

Looks like I'm gonna need the money.

- What are you doing?

- Got to get away, Morgan.

Things are changing.

You are changing.

- But actually he's changing back.

- Will you please stay the hell out of this?

- Maya, please, I don't want you to go.

- Then tell me what's going on!

- I can't.

- Because you don't trust me.

Why don't you just say it?

Because I was a junkie, a whore.

I'm damaged goods.

Well, if that's what I am, might as well have some fun.

- I have to go, I have have to talk to her.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I need you to go back to your old life.

- Look, this is my life.

(glass breaking)

- But you gotta help me.

You gotta help me or I'm going to hell.

All right?

And this, your life, it's all falling apart.

You know I'm telling the truth.

- [Jeri] So where are you going?

- I don't know.

LA maybe, Mexico.

What difference does it make?

- It makes a difference to me.

- Jeri, open your eyes, I don't fit in.

I just screw things up.

- Well, it's not as if we don't want you here.

- It's not you.

I don't wanna be here.

I don't wanna try anymore.

I paid for this one.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(solemn music)

- What are we doing here?

- Look, you've been talking all night.

It just doesn't make any sense.

If I see Carl and he's changed, then maybe...

- Maybe you'll believe.

- Morgie!

(car honking)

Great to see you on the links.

Who's your friend?

I'm Carl.

- Tim.

- Hey, Carl, I need to talk to you.

- Chat away, just hush when I tee off.

- Have you noticed anything strange happening

in the last couple days?

Things changing?

- Well, I didn't think it was possible,

but my swing is getting better.

- Morgan, it's your reality.

He won't be aware of the changes.

- Face it, Tim, Carl doesn't fit your theory.

He's exactly the same.

- But that's not possible.

I mean, your apartment, Maya, everything else is changing.

The only way he could remain the same is if...

Is if he was in control.

You're him.

Yeah, you look different, but you're him.

You're the devil.

- Well, I've been called worse, but usually by the gals.

- But if, if the devil is a transcendent reality...

If there is a reality we can't change

by changing our perception of it,

then that means that everything I've done has

just been an illusion.

Yeah, Rafe was right, we've been living in dream world.

- Tim, that all sounds deep,

but frankly, thinking gives me a headache.

Come on, we'll shoot nine and grab some Mai Tais.

- No, no, no, wait, wait.

If I didn't really change your reality,

then that means it's all in your head.

You can make it go away if you want to.

- And why would he wanna make all this beauty go away?

- Because he wants to help.

That's what you said to me when I first saw you,

and even when you didn't remember me,

you came to the Yor-Mart looking for me.

Why would you do that?

- He had coupons.

- I don't know.

Mr. Albert.

- You deserve this, to fall in love.

When I met you, you were unhappy.

And I thought I could fix your pain,

but it's all still there.

Please, whatever, whatever it is, you gotta take it back.

- I'll show you exactly what to do.

- Otherwise, I'm going to hell.

(tense music)

(Morgan gasping)

(car honking)

So?

You back?

- Now it's your turn.

Tell me why you made your deal.

- To prove that people can change their realities.

- I don't think so.

I think that was your illusion.

- What?

- Mr. Albert, people don't make deals with the devil

as some kind of intellectual exercise.

They make 'em because they're desperate,

because that's the only way to get what they want.

- [Speaker] Hands where I can see 'em, scumbag.

- What?

- But I'm not, I'm not sure.

Yesterday, my dealer Rafe said something about a narc

and I don't know, but I had this,

well, it felt like a memory,

but it didn't seem to really fit in anywhere.

- You were desperate?

- I was terrified, she had a gun.

- She.

- Lydia.

- Your first customer.

- Yeah, she's a cop.

- I already found the drugs in your van, Albert.

I know you're dealing.

- No, no, no.

I swear I haven't been dealing,

just smoking a little weed here.

- You're going down for half a ki of crystal meth,

my friend.

If I were you, I'd make a run for it.

- She wasn't there to bust you.

She was there to kill you.

- Kill me?

- The only way a cop would let you run is

if she didn't want you to survive the bust.

That way you couldn't tell your side of the story.

- She's trying to frame me?

Why?

- And I finally said to myself,

"Hey, damn Rafe, you've got enough money,

you can take care of any narc that comes after you."

- Rafe, my dealer.

He must have paid her off.

- And you were gonna take the fall for him.

(gun firing)

- So that's all it was.

I didn't sell my soul in the name of philosophy or ideas.

I sold it to save my ass.

And when I did it, I spun myself so I'd forget,

so I'd think I was helping people.

- And in the process, you spun Lydia,

so she'd fit your new reality.

Do you know where we can find her?

- Her spin must be wearing off too.

They found the gun at Yor-Mart.

- Let's go.

- [Lydia] Get out!

(glass smashing)

(customers shouting)

- [Speaker] She's got a gun!

- Lydia.

What are you doing?

- I'm lost.

I'm lost.

I was a good wife.

I kept a clean house.

But it all, it's just so empty.

So I came here to talk to you.

You weren't at your window.

And when I went to throw my salad spinner in the dumpster,

I found this.

Sign, Tim.

I can't take this anymore.

I'm just gonna end it.

- No, no, Lydia.

We've gotta talk.

- Get out.

- Look, you have to stop her.

- Wait, you think she's doing this 'cause of me?

- I think there's a backlash for anyone

who tries to stay in the dream world that you gave them.

Like what happened to Maya.

They end up worse off than they were before.

- Oh God.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry won't do it.

You have three minutes to bring her back

to her original reality the way you did me.

- What, I gotta make amends to Lydia?

She was about to kill me.

- You can be right or you can try to save your soul,

but you better decide before she pulls that trigger.

(knocking)

- Lydia?

Lydia.

Lydia.

- Go away.

- Lydia, just put the gun down.

- It's over.

I can't find the moment.

I can't find my happiness.

- But you don't want to kill yourself.

You want to kill me.

- Tim, don't.

- You?

- Lydia, you're not a housewife.

You don't love Yor-Mart.

You're a cop.

That's your gun.

- Model 5946 standard issue sidearm.

- Think about Rafe.

Half kilo of crystal meth.

- You scumbag!

(gun firing)

Goddamn it!

- My God, I shot Lydia.

She had a gun, I had to.

What the hell happened here, Tim?

- You saved me.

You were right here, living your same life and you saved me.

- Somebody call an ambulance.

Man, life is what it is.

But some days it sure sucks.

- Maya?

Are you there?

Maya, pick up.

Maya?

Call me.

(solemn music)

- [Danny] Beautiful, and when he ran into play?

- [Jeri] Takes after you.

- [Danny] Oh, come on now, I wasn't-

- [Speaker] It's all real, you know.

- [Danny] No, no, come on.

- They're real.

As real as they ever were.

It's my gift to you.

And all you have to do is let go.

Let that other life be the dream.

Just a very bad dream.

- Don't you have anything you wanna say to me?

Can't you just say something, please?

- Goodbye.

- Always love you.

- How'd I do?

- [Speaker] Very nice.

(mirror smashing)

- Gabe, what was that?

(gentle music)

Are you all right?

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(fireworks exploding)