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[wind blowing]

[panting]

Hey!

[music and chatter]

Hey!

[grunts]

[gasping]

[Control Voice] There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical.

We can deluge you with a thousand channels

or expand one single image to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision

to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour,

we will control all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and mystery

which reaches from the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[Control voice] A safe place, warm and quiet,

a place to rest and recover.

When all is said and done, isn't that what we all want?

A safe place in someone's home,

or someone's heart.

Easy, don't try and sit up.

Here, try this.

So, what's your name?

Ah...

Raymond Dalton.

Gina Beaumont.

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Dalton.

How long were you out there?

I...I'm not... I'm not sure.

Where you coming from, another enclave?

I don't know.

What do you remember?

Anything?

It's all, ah...

Jumbled up... Places and people,

I, I can't really put them in any kind of order.

All I really remember

is that it was cold and there was this storm,

like, I was so cold.

[man] Gina.

May I speak with you, please?

Of course, Doctor.

I'll just be a moment.

It's okay. It's warm in here.

What in God's name were you thinking of?

I was thinking of saving his life.

Someone had to.

My God. What will Valle say?

Another 10 minutes outside he could have died.

Or doesn't that interest you, Doctor?

Young lady, I know my responsibilities,

and the well-being of the people inside this refuge comes first.

In particular your well-being.

Dreiden, who the hell took it upon himself to lower the barrier?

Not me.

There was a man freezing to death outside.

He had frostbite, hypothermia.

I saw him from the window.

I told her not to. I ordered--

[Valle] Please!

You're as moral as you are beautiful, Ms. Beaumont,

I can't fault you for that.

But you should have come to me first. Those are the rules.

I assume you will follow them in the future?

Of course, Mr. Valle.

What's done is done.

Introduce me to our new guest.

[Gina] He seems to be suffering from partial amnesia.

He remembers his name, but not how he got here or where he came from.

Probably a result of the hypothermia.

As core temperature drops, a victim can suffer from confusion, disorientation.

I'm Sanford Valle.

Welcome to the Refuge.

Ray Dalton.

Uh, what do you mean "Refuge"?

Well, I built it before the collapse.

Totally self-supporting, self-contained.

Collapse?

You really don't remember anything, do you?

Nothing.

What the hell was it I hit outside?

A particle barrier.

A force field, it protects the house from intruders.

Impressive, isn't it?

Ha.

Where the hell am I, Alaska?

Not quite.

Try Florida.

It all started at an oil rig

off the coast of South America.

One of my competitors sank his well so deep

that it unearthed bacteria that hadn't seen the light of day

in 10,000 years, maybe longer.

You're kidding, how could bacteria cause all this?

They tell me it did something called polymerizing the water.

Changed it into a new kind of water.

The stuff freezes now at 40 degrees Fahrenheit instead of 32.

It doesn't start to thaw out until the mercury hits 90 degrees.

This bacteria spread all over the world?

Within a year, Earth's oceans were all polymerized.

We're in the middle of a new Ice Age, my friend.

Every source of fresh water turned to ice.

Temperatures dropped 40 degrees overnight.

Power plants shut down, crops failed.

Folks who didn't die from exposure died from hunger.

A long endless winter.

How many others have survived?

I can't imagine there are more than 2,000 or 3,000 people left alive

in all North America.

Nice.

I took the liberty of getting some clothes for you.

You're about the same size as my son.

He donated some of his outfits.

Your son? Uh...

Thank you.

You know, how many others are at this place?

You make eight.

You'll meet them all soon enough.

Dinner's at 7:00, main dining room.

You don't have to dress up.

We like to think of this as an informal sort of apocalypse.

Oh, Mr. Valle.

I certainly do appreciate your hospitality.

I know that I'm not exactly here by invitation.

Nonsense, the more the merrier.

We needed some new blood.

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Every time you do an act of kindness

for another person, it's a miracle.

Miracles do happen.

[people cheering]

Miracles live in your heart.

Every time you do an act of kindness for another person,

it's a miracle.

[people cheering]

Every time you throw a little light into a darkened room...

It's a miracle.

Miracles do happen.

Mr. Dalton, how are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

Let me make some introductions.

I believe you've met Dr. Dreiden.

Nurse Beaumont, of course.

And my son Thomas.

And his lovely wife Justine.

Ray Dalton.

I guess you're the one I have to thank for

giving me the shirt off your back.

Thank my father, the source of all good things.

Graciousness is not among my husband's virtues I'm afraid.

Welcome to our little sanctuary, Mr. Dalton.

And my lovely fiancee, Debi.

One "B", one "I." [chuckles]

One for each brain cell.

[Valle] Sister Angelique, I'd like you to meet--

We've met.

You dress like a whore!

Thank you so much for the fashion advice, Miss Sackcloth and Ashes.

Angelique, please behave yourself.

We have a new guest.

Yes, Mr. Dalton, Aren't you lucky to have found us.

[Valle] I must apologize for my son's rude behavior.

At least Thomas acknowledges his greed and envy.

How many of you will admit to your sins?

God's sake!

[Angelique] Own up to your sins, only then can you find forgiveness.

Let me help.

How long has it been since we gathered together in meditation?

Not long enough.

Quiet.

I'm beginning to think the good sister may have a point.

Before the collapse,

Sister Angelique was an inspiration to millions

and best-selling author.

Now, of course, she's one tree short of a hammock.

[Valle] I think we could all benefit from the sister's message.

What did you have in mind, Angelique?

Some sort of spiritual ceremony?

Yes. Yes, exactly.

Then it's decided, tomorrow afternoon at five o'clock.

Right here in this room.

I'll see all of you then.

[sinister laugh]

[knocking on door]

Whoa!

Let he who is without sin

make up for lost time.

Well, I think the good sister

2can help you with some of your Bible studies.

Sister? [scoffs]

Self-ordained for God's sake.

Give me a break.

Ms. Valle, if you don't mind me saying so,

I don't think you're entirely sober.

If you lived in this house for five years, would you be?

Though things are beginning to look up.

Why not?

Well, ah, two reasons.

You're drunk and you're married.

And I don't think there are a lot of divorce lawyers left alive.

See, not such a bad world after all.

Your loss.

Ha, maybe.

Oh!

All of the guilt and none of the fun.

Hardly seems fair, does it?

[knocking on door]

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[wind howling]

Gina, can we talk?

What do we have to talk about, Mr. Dalton?

Well, last night, it's not what you--

Morning, darling.

Hungry?

-[giggles] -I've lost my appetite.

You adapt quickly, Mr. Dalton.

You are some kind of bitch.

Oh, Ray, I thought you had more of a sense of humor than that.

Lost our way last night, did we, darling?

I knew exactly where I was

at all times, Thomas, believe me.

Morning, everyone.

Thomas, you look tired. Did you get enough sleep?

It was fitful.

I have that problem myself sometimes.

Usually only when I sleep alone.

Last night I slept like a baby.

Justine.

You're looking particularly lovely this morning.

Why thank you.

Excuse me.

Did I say something to offend him?

Gina, wait.

This place always this much fun?

You know what? You're wrong about me.

I did not sleep with Justine.

I'd rather sleep with a rattlesnake.

At least you can hear it coming when it's ready to bite.

Why do you care so much what I think?

Well...

Out of this whole damn place,

you're the only one that I really respect.

I'd like to have yours, too.

Not exactly the family next door, are they?

Only if you live next door to the Mansons.

If you don't mind my asking,

what are you doing in this group?

Not that I'm complaining.

I, um, worked for Valle.

I still do, I suppose.

Where? For one of his companies?

Yes...

Yes, that's right.

How long ago did you come to this Refuge?

I don't remember.

It's just been such a long time, I don't...

My old life just seems a million years ago.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all.

If the sun ever shone in the sky, if there was...

If there was ever a summer at the beach, or a hot June night,

or a warm spring rain.

There were.

And I remember them, too.

Do you?

Yeah.

Ray, do you remember who you are?

I, ah...

I remember I moved around a lot.

You know, from job to job, city to city.

I think I was...

A journalist

of some kind, I'm not sure.

You know what?

All I really trust is what I'm feeling right now.

Cheer up, darling, there's always the good doctor.

Shut up.

Thank you for coming today.

[all clap]

[organ playing]

Miracles do happen.

-They live in your heart-- -Sister.

Sister, excuse me, would this be a miracle?

This?

Our being here alive when so many others are not.

Is this a miracle?

In, in a way, I suppose.

So all those who died, they didn't deserve a miracle?

Whenever you do an act of kindness for another person,

it's a miracle.

Oh, like my father letting you in here, you mean?

Oh, yes. Hallelujah for that.

What else could I do? Poor woman had nowhere else to turn.

[laughter]

Because her husband, the congressman, took somebody else

into the government shelters.

-No. -Was she young?

Did she dress like a whore, too?

Ooh.

-I don't believe this. -[scattered laughter]

[organ music]

Every time you throw...

A little light into a darkened room--

It's a miracle! Praise the Lord!

[laughter]

Mr. Dalton, the service is not over.

I think it is.

[laughter continues]

I gave her something to help her sleep.

We have to get out of here.

There's nowhere to go.

Valle said there's other enclaves, other refuges.

Maybe, but where?

I mean, even if we knew, how would we get there? On foot?

Over hundreds, maybe thousands of miles.

[sighing]

There is no other refuge.

Not for us.

There is one.

[coughs]

Hello, Thomas.

We have to get out of here.

This is just great. How long have you been doing it?

Since the beginning? Since we moved in here?

Actually, even before that. Isn't that right, Justine?

It wasn't long after the wedding as I recall.

Bitch!

Have you lost your mind?

If you move another inch, I'll blow her worthless brains all over this room.

I mean it!

Stop pointing that thing at your wife, Thomas.

It's me you really want to point it at.

Of course it is. Go on, go ahead.

I should have done this years ago

When you put mother in the hospital the first time.

You didn't have the nerve, you still don't.

Shut the hell up!

You've been a failure, a coward all your life.

You're not about to change now.

-For God's sake, Valle! -Don't make me do this!

Feel your finger on that trigger, Thomas?

Feel the tension there? That's power.

You've been afraid of it all your life.

Thomas, you've run away from it, rejected it, disdained it.

What are you gonna do now that you have it?

Will you run away again, or are you going to embrace it?

Bastard.

[gunshot]

Thomas, God!

[Ray] Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

What's your problem, Dalton?

Whatever it is, there's very little in my experience

that can't be cured with a drink.

Scotch?

I assure you, it's the best available.

My father does have excellent taste.

Your father?

Doctor, what happened here?

Doctor?

[scoffs] Hell, I barely got my BA.

Dr. Dreiden, scotch?

At this hour, I think not.

Mr. Dalton, how's the memory?

Getting better?

Ah, actually, I think it might be getting worse.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you remember my nurse at least?

I'm worried about you. Perhaps we should run a few more tests.

Morning, Ray.

Hungry?

Lost our way last night, did we, darling?

I knew exactly where I was, Franklin, believe me.

[Valle] Ah, Mr. Dalton.

How are you feeling?

I don't know.

Well, still a little disoriented, I understand.

Oh, you do remember my fiancee Angelique?

Call me Angel.

[Valle] Of course, you do still know the good sister.

Gina. Oh, my God.

Sister Gina, how are you?

As well as can be expected.

You dress like a whore.

Thank you so much for the fashion advice.

[Gina] if you want to rid yourself of sin

you have to own up to it.

Let me help you.

All of you, please.

No, no, perhaps the good sister has a point.

I think we all could learn something from her.

Perhaps some sort of spiritual ceremony.

No!

Mr. Dalton, something wrong?

I don't know what the hell is going on here,

but I'll be damned if I let you do it again, and not to her!

-Gina, please. -How dare you.

-Gina, please! -Don't touch me!

Yes, Ray. Don't you know? She's the bloody Virgin Mary.

Unless your sex is absolutely immaculate.

Blasphemer.

Evil, all of you.

-You wallow in evil! -Gina.

Delight in your wickedness. Keep away from me!

[all jeer]

[laughter]

[Ray] What the hell is going on here?

What do you mean, "going on"?

You know damn well what I mean.

Everybody is changing personalities except you and me.

Since I'm not causing it, I'm betting that you are.

I must admit, I'm intrigued.

None of the others have resisted my alterations.

Why you?

How are you doing this?

Let's just say I can. Let it go at that.

You know what? I really don't give a damn how you're doing it.

I just want you to change Gina back to the way she was.

Her true personality.

What makes you so sure that was her true personality?

Maybe you fell in love with a facade, a mask that I created.

Maybe your beloved Gina really is as cold and conniving as my son's wife.

I don't believe that.

Maybe what you just saw was her true personality.

Maybe she really is Sister Gina.

You don't know for sure, do you?

You don't know anything for sure.

I don't know why you won't bend to my will, Mr. Dalton.

But the reality, the only reality that matters to you,

is that I am the master of this house.

And if you're going to stay here,

you're going to have to play by the house rules.

If that means standing by and

watch you jerk these people around like puppets,

you can forget it.

[beep]

There. I've just dropped the barrier that surrounds the house.

If you'd rather take your chances out there,

you're welcome to try.

[wind blowing]

-Oh. -Let he who is without sin, make up for lost time.

Oh, you're drunk.

If you lived here for five years you would be, too.

Though things are looking up.

[sighing]

Ah, not again. Okay?

No.

-Why not? -Because I refuse to play Valle's games.

-Your loss. -Yeah, maybe, maybe.

Great.

Excuse me, sister?

I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier.

I think it was completely inappropriate.

Well, I suppose you're not a man of evil intent, Mr. Dalton.

No, absolutely not.

If God can forgive our mistakes and indiscretions, so can I.

Your apology is accepted.

Thank you.

I just hope God is equally as forgiving as you are

-for what I'm about to do. -Oh!

[Gina] You're insane!

[Ray] That house is insane.

Maybe it's the source of Valle's power.

Maybe the further away from it we get,

the better off we are.

[Gina] I have to stop.

I have to rest.

[Ray] All right.

Dear God in heaven, I've never been so cold in all my life.

Please, take me back.

I can't. Not yet, I'm sorry.

No sun. Never any sun.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever shone at all.

It's been so long.

I wonder if there really ever--

Ever were summers at the beach.

Or hot June nights.

Warm spring rain.

How did you know what I was going to say?

Gina, look at me.

Don't you remember?

We were starting to mean something to one another.

Can you feel that?

Can you feel anything when you look at me?

There is no other refuge.

There is one.

-Ray? -Yeah, ours.

Ray.

Moving, tremendously moving.

Much better at this than I thought.

You bastard, I was getting through to her.

I allowed you to get through.

Nothing happens here that I don't control, Dalton, nothing.

You want more proof?

Ray, have you met my fiancee Gina?

Gina with a G.

Damn you!

What are you doing to me?

Take it easy now, Mr. Dalton. You've been under for quite a while.

BP 110 over 70.

Respiration normalizing.

[gasps]

Oh, what, ah...

Where...

It's okay. We found a cure, you're going to be fine.

I think we can move him now.

[Ray] No, please, wait.

I have to go back.

Listen to me. Everything's going to be all right.

You had a brain tumor. A legion in your brain.

You were placed in cold sleep until it could be removed.

You're going to be fine.

No, I... I was in a house in a storm.

You were dreaming.

Just relax.

This was more than a dream...

It was his dream.

He... He was controlling...

He's still disoriented.

Is the anesthesia ready?

Now look, you're going back to sleep for a while.

When you wake up, you're going to be good as new.

No, I have to...

Ugh.

[Ray] I was not hallucinating, damn it.

Mr. Dalton, people do dream in cold sleep.

In fact, for their psychological health

we use bio-feedback regulators to ensure they dream more vividly.

It wasn't just a dream.

I was connected with the other sleepers.

No, Mr. Dalton, impossible.

Why?

The bio-feedback regulators, you admit

they can alter our brainwaves, right?

Well, yes, but that's a huge jump

to a kind of telepathic link between sleepers.

And even if this were true, why would one person

be able to control the entire dream?

Maybe Valle knows he's dreaming.

Maybe that allows him to manipulate the others.

Lucid dreaming, I've heard of it.

But you didn't know you were dreaming.

Why weren't you controlled just like the others?

I don't know, maybe it was the tumor.

I know their names, for God's sake!

Which in all likelihood you saw written on their chambers

before you entered cold sleep.

Look, just wake one of them up.

I can't do that, Mr. Dalton.

For one thing, it takes a full day to bring someone out of cold sleep

and as their body functions accelerate, so do their diseases.

And without a cure waiting for them,

we simply can't take that risk.

Mr. Dalton, you had a dream.

Put it out of your mind.

You're whole, you're healthy.

You have an entire life to get back to.

He's right, Ray, you're one of the lucky ones.

I've written living trusts for people to manage their estates

while they're in cold sleep.

Some of them stay in there for decades, man.

You got revived in less than five years.

You can get on with your life.

You think I'd be good at that?

Oh, what's that supposed to mean?

All my life I moved on from one city to the next,

one lover to another.

Never putting down any roots, never wanting to.

Now you want to put down roots in a dream?

She isn't a dream.

Look, her name is Gina Beaumont.

All right.

She isn't a nurse, she's a doctor.

Harvard med.

Class of '99.

She worked in Thailand for a year

Helping people with the Osaka virus

until she came down with it herself.

Even then, she wouldn't leave until she was told

if she didn't go into cold sleep,

her body would have too much damage, she wouldn't survive.

Where the hell did you get this?

I'm a journalist, remember?

I know about all of them.

I looked them up on the Net.

I found birthdays,

I looked up addresses.

Look, I phoned New York.

I talked to Gina's sister and her father.

I spoke to Tom's wife for an hour.

You didn't try to get them to thaw out their relatives, did you?

They would have thought that I was crazy.

Dave,

this is the woman I knew.

All right, I may not have known

all the little details of her real life,

but this woman, this is Gina.

[exhales] She wasn't a dream.

I don't think I've ever heard you so

passionate about anything before, Ray.

I never have been.

I love her. I gotta do something.

You've got to help me.

Mr. Cohen, we have run extensive systems checks since Mr. Dalton awoke.

He obviously had a dream.

A very vivid, a very disturbing dream.

I told you, it wasn't just a dream.

-She was real, I-- -Ray.

Yes, I believed you explained to Mr. Dalton

that there was reason to believe

that cold sleepers might dream more vividly than normal.

Exactly. And Mr. Dalton is suffering from

a cryonically induced delusion of sorts. Nothing more.

Oh, so you admit

this cryonically induced delusion is a result of your negligence?

I, uh, I never said that.

You knew sleepers were prone to these kinds of nightmares,

yet you took no steps to guard against it.

Sounds like negligence to me.

Mr. Cohen, you have no case here.

Whether or not, I hope you have your spin doctors

ready to handle the public fallout from this

when it hits the media.

I see.

Tell me, Mr. Cohen, what exactly would it take To make your client, uh,

"whole" as you'd say?

Not much really,

I just want to be put back into cold sleep.

Ray, are you absolutely sure about this?

I've never been more sure of anything.

We're ready, Mr. Dalton.

Thanks, Dave.

Hey, maybe some day you'll get to meet her.

[Valle] Welcome back, Mr. Dalton.

Dom Perignon, 2002. Join me?

Why bother? None of this is real.

Oh, it's real enough to suit my taste.

I looked you up, Valle.

Made your money in oil, billions in assets.

Doesn't this all seem kind of

low rent in comparison?

Quite the opposite.

In business you exert your power indirectly at best,

you know, so many variables.

But here, here I exert power directly.

No variables, no go-betweens.

Just the application of total and absolute control

over another human being.

There is nothing else like it.

Recreational therapy for sociopaths.

Like I said, I don't like variables.

And you've become altogether too much of one.

[Valle] When someone dies in a dream,

do they die in reality?

What do you think, Ray?

Kill him.

Thomas, listen to me, this is all just a dream...

You're not a killer.

You're not his son.

Your name is Thomas Lawrence. You're a teacher!

He lies!

He just wants to destroy the Refuge.

Kill him.

[hissing]

You have... You have a wife

and three children.

Your wife's name is Anne.

Your children are Denis, Kimberly, Michelle.

You're not a killer. You're a good man.

This is just a bad dream.

Kill him!

Anne! Denis.

Kill him!

Justine, you have a brother named Howard

and a sister that died at the age of five. Her name was...

-Marie? -Marie.

He's trying to confuse you!

Your wife Emma, she comes and visits you every week at the sleep chamber!

He just wants to destroy the Refuge!

Gina.

-You tried to save thousands from the Osaka virus. -We'll all die!

-Do you remember? -No, damn you!

You have minds and souls and memories of your own.

-You're mine! -Try to remember the people that love you.

The people that you loved.

[scream of agony]

[alarm sounding]

I'm telling you, he moved!

Moved? Impossible.

I saw it!

Something went wrong.

Look at this.

My God, his brain stem.

It shattered.

It looks dead.

We're losing him!

[alarm sounding]

[cries of joy]

My God! I can't believe this is all a dream.

It's our dream now, not his.

You can tell already.

Look, the snow is melting, it's beautiful,

we're together.

When you left, was it because they found a cure?

I couldn't help it.

I came back as soon as I could, but--

Ray.

Yeah?

You can't stay.

You have to go back, you're cured.

I'm not, I could be here for years.

I could be here for decades before--

Don't worry.

They'll thaw me out as soon as they thaw you out.

As soon as they find a cure for the Osaka virus.

Ray, I can't let you do that, stay here in this dream world just because of me.

Go back.

If you really love me, go back to your own life.

You don't understand,

life out there without you, that's a dream.

You and me,

this is real.

[Control Voice] A poet once wrote,

"In dreams begins responsibility."

So too, perhaps, with love.

Without dreams,

without the hope of a better life,

a brighter future,

it is difficult for love to flourish.

And without love, there are no dreams.