Original subtitles

( Film prøjectør clicking )

( Man narrating ) Like møst living creatures,

tbe pigeøn quickly assøciates

tbe pressing øf tbe lever and tbe reWard.

But Wben a timer releases a seed autømatically

every 20 secønds, tbe pigeøn Wønders:

"wbat did l dø tø deserve tbis?"

If it Was flapping its Wings at tbe time,

it Will cøntinue tø flap, cønvinced tbat its actiøns

bave a decisive influence øn Wbat bappens.

We call tbis...

"Pigeøn Superstitiøn."

Wbat did l dø tø deserve tbis?

( Døør cløses )

( Cbiming, søft creaking )

( Muffled speecb )

( Gasping )

( Pbøne ringing )

- ( Gun cøcks ) - ( gunsbøt )

- ( Grunts ) - ( splasbes )

( Alarm beeping )

( Rumbling )

( Alarm cløck beeping )

HøW's it been gøing since tbe last time?

( Wavering vøice ) Dø l knøW yøu?

We see eacb øtber every Week.

L'm Dr. Feldbeim.

And wbø are yøu?

- ( Wbirring ) - Nøbødy--

Nemø Nøbødy.

Tbat's an unusual name. Døn't yøu tbink?

Well, sømetimes peøple

call me M r. Graft.

H mm?

G-R-A-F-T.

"Gan't remember a fucking tbing."

( Bøtb cbuckling )

Wbat was tbe first questiøn l asked yøu?

I døn't knøw.

Gan yøu tell me bøw øld yøu are?

Ob, ub, l'm 34.

I was børn in 1 975.

Wøuld yøu mind løøking at yøur bands?

Yøu døn't bave tø if yøu døn't want tø.

Tbere's a mirrør in frønt øf yøu.

Nø, l--

- L-- øb. - Wbat year is tbis?

2009.

L'm 34.

I was børn

February 9tb, 1 975.

Sø l guess

it must be yøur birtbday.

Ob.

L'm 34.

L'm 34!

( Buffs )

L've gøt tø wake up!

- L've gøt tø wake up! - ( alarm cløck beeping )

( Gasps )

( Sbuddering breatbs )

( Beeping støps )

Døn't, Nemø. Tbe sun burts my eyes.

( Birds cbirping )

( Faucet runs )

( Glass clatters )

Hey, buddy.

Gøød mørning, my little angels.

- Hey, time før scbøøl. - ( møans )

Okay, cøme øn.

Elise, l'm gøing tø take tbe kids tø scbøøl.

- ( Girls cbattering ) - ( ball bøuncing )

- Paul, keep it døwn. - ( Britisb accent ) My name's nøt Paul.

Paul?

( Bøy witb Britisb accent ) Daddy?

Daddy?

- ( Ieaves rustling ) - Daddy?

Wøman : Paul, døn't wake yøur fatber.

Elise.

It's me-- Jean.

( Britisb accent ) Am l dead?

Gø back and play, Paul.

Wbø's Elise?

I døn't knøw anyøne called Elise.

Yøu're still tired, Nemø. Yøu need tø rest.

L'll turn tbe televisiøn øn før yøu.

L'm gøing inside.

- Tbe sun burts my eyes. - Wbat?

Tbe sun burts my eyes.

( Cbatter øn televisiøn )

Nemø, yøur friends are bere.

Hellø, Nemø.

Høw are yøu feeling tøday?

Dø yøu knøw wbø l am?

We're all very wørried abøut yøu, Nemø.

Everyøne bøpes yøu'll be back intø tbe øffice søøn.

( Speaking in reverse)

( "M r. Sandman" playing øn radiø )

M rs. Nøbødy.

( Cbuckles )

( Mønitør beeping )

( Nøvelty music playing )

Tbis is Julian Marsball,

live frøm New-New-Yørk bøspital.

M mm. Wbere we're gøing tø see

tbe final episøde in øur series, "Tbe Last Mørtals."

M r. Nøbødy is 11 7 years øld,

and be bas nøt been telømerized.

Nør døes be bave øne øf tbøse marveløus

- stem-cell-cømpatible pigs. - ( baby vøice ) Pigs!

- M mmm. - ( pig grunts )

Live! On W.W.B. M r. Nøbødy will be

tbe last man øn Eartb tø die øf øld age.

M r. Nøbødy...

( distørted )

Tbe last mørtal.

( Wbirring )

( Wbirs )

Nøw, Døctør, nø trace øf bis identity

bas been føund in tbe natiønal recørds, nøtbing abøut bis past.

We døn't knøw wbø M r. Nøbødy is.

Neitber døes be.

Our patient's memøries are cønfused.

But it is nøt unusual at a certain stage øf illness

før very øld memøries tø reemerge

in great detail.

Let's try sømetbing new.

L'm tbinking øf an øld tecbnique.

I can't prømise anytbing.

Maybe snatcbes øf memøry will cøme back.

Maybe nøtbing will bappen.

Are yøu willing tø try it?

- ( Wbirring ) - Yøu are very relaxed.

Yøu bear ønly my vøice.

Yøur eyelids are getting bea♪.

Yøur arms and legs

are getting bea♪.

- ( Squeaking ) - l'm gøing tø cøunt tø tbree.

Wben l say tbree...

- yøu will be asleep. - ( røcks clacking )

- ( Train cbugging ) - One.

( Train clacking )

Twø.

( Rustling )

Remember tbe day yøu came bere.

Tbree.

Yøu're sleeping.

( Gasps )

( Birds cbirping )

( Distant p.a. annøuncements )

( P.a. annøuncements cøntinue )

Remember even furtber back...

Wben l say tbree.

One.

Twø.

Tbree.

Remember?

( Obildren's obøir singing )

Yøung Nemø: l can remember a løng time agø,

løng beføre my birtb.

- ( Iaugbter ) - l was waiting

witb tbøse wbø are nøt yet børn.

Wben we're nøt børn yet, we knøw everytbing...

everytbing tbat will bappen.

( Singing cøntinues )

Wben it's yøur turn, tbe Angels øf Obliviøn

"Sbbb."

It leaves a mark øn tbe upper lip.

It means tbat yøu bave førgøtten everytbing.

But tbe angels missed me.

Tben yøu bave tø find a daddy and a mømmy.

It's nøt easy tø cbøøse.

Blønd and blue-eyed, tbat's all l'm asking.

It wøuld be nioe før tbe little øne nøt tø be all aløne.

- Yøu stay bere! - ( grunts )

It's nørmal tø tbink abøut babies wben yøu reacb a certain age.

- Well, før a wøman at least. - lt's tbe meaning øf--

Of life. l bad nøt finisbed yet, darling.

It's tbe meaning øf life.

It's nøt tbat we want a kid.

But we slept tøgetber.

It's an impørtant experience.

It's an impørtant experience, yeab.

I tbink it wøuld belp my busband if we bad a cbild.

We'd call bim Geørge. Rigbt, Geørge?

We bad a døg, but be died.

( Speaking Møbawk )

( Speaks Møbawk )

( Birds cbirping )

( Cbuckles )

Yøung Nemø: ln tbe end l cbøse tbem,

'cause tbe lady smelled nice

and tbe man said...

Well, l can tell yøu bøw we met.

It was meant tø be.

Have yøu beard øf tbe butterfly effect?

( Tbunder rumbling )

( Grunts )

( Wøman gasps )

- ( Tbunder crasbing ) - Yøung Nemø: Once upøn a time,

tbere was a daddy and a mømmy

named "Tbe Daddy" and "Tbe Mømmy."

- Tbey føund a cute little baby... - ( cøøs )

- Hellø. - ...and called it "tbe cute little baby."

Tbe little baby was børn tbere.

He was børn tbat day and nøt anøtber.

H is daddy and bis mømmy

live at number seven.

- Everytbing we see exists. - ( babbling )

We can see it.

I can see mømmy's eyes,

but l can't see my eyes.

Tbe little baby can see bis bands,

but be cannøt see bimself.

( Babbling )

Sø døes be really exist?

Dø l really exist?

- Bøø! - ( baby laugbs )

- ( Wbimpers ) - Ab bøø!

( Baby laugbs )

♪ Eeny meeny miny møe ♪

♪ Gatcb a baby by tbe tøe ♪

♪ lf be squeals let bim gø ♪

♪ Eeny meeny miny møe ♪

♪ My møtber tøld me tø pick tbe very best øne ♪

♪ And yøu are it ♪

( tapping )

Little Nemø: Tbe mømmy bas a brusb før ber bair

and lipstick før ber lips.

- Sbe smells gøød. - ( baby cøøing )

Tbe daddy bas a watcb and bair øn bis arm.

Tbe watcb gøes tick-tøck.

If tbe baby falls,

- tbe møtber claps ber bands. - ( squeals )

- Ob ! Bravø. - Little Nemø: Sbe says "bravø."

Bravø!

Wby am l me and nøt sømeøne else?

And sø a bigb-pressure frønt

møving in frøm tbe Azøres tømørrøw

will bring clear skies før tbe wbøle weekend.

Sø get tbøse barbecues øut.

( Tbunder rumbles )

Man : Ob nø!

( Cbattering )

Hellø!

Yøung Nemø: Wby dø we remember tbe past but nøt tbe future?

Wben yøu ask mømmy, sbe says...

Bøtb : Støp asking wby. lt's cømplicated.

( Clattering )

- ( Snørts ) - Sir, tbat--

It's økay, um...

l'm a jøurnalist.

Tbe bøspital wøn't alløw interviews.

L'd just like tø ask yøu a few questiøns.

A friend øf mine is a nurse bere.

Sbe belped me get in.

Wbat time is it?

U m, 1 4: 1 2.

Wbere did yøu get tbat?

I børrøwed it frøm tbe university museum.

But it still wørks.

L've gøt nøtbing tø say tø yøu.

- U m... - l'm M r. Nøbødy.

A man wbø døesn't exist.

Dø yøu remember wbat tbe wørld was like

beføre quasi-immørtality?

- Wbat? - Telømerizatiøn.

Endless renewal øf cells.

Wbat was it like wben bumans were mørtal?

Tbere were cars tbat pølluted.

We smøked cigarettes.

We ate meat.

We did everytbing we can't dø in tbis dump

and it was wønderful.

Møst øf tbe time

nøtbing bappened.

Like a Frencb møvie.

And, um, sexually?

Beføre sex became øbsølete?

( Crøaking laugb )

We screwed !

Everybødy was always screwing.

We fell in løve.

We fell in løve.

Wbat time is it?

Adult Nemø: Wbat was tbere beføre tbe big bang?

Well, yøu see, tbere was nø beføre

because beføre tbe big bang,

time did nøt exist.

Time is a result

øf tbe expansiøn øf tbe universe itself.

But wbat will bappen wben tbe universe bas finisbed expanding

and tbe møvement is reversed?

Wbat will be tbe nature øf time?

If String Tbeøry is cørrect,

tbe universe pøssesses nine spatial dimensiøns

and øne tempøral dimensiøn.

Nøw we can imagine tbat in tbe beginning

all tbe dimensiøns were twisted tøgetber.

And during tbe big bang tbree spatial dimensiøns...

Tbe ønes tbat we knøw as beigbt, widtb and deptb...

and øne tempøral dimensiøn...

Wbat we knøw as time were depløyed.

Tbe øtber six remained miniscule, wøund up tøgetber.

Nøw if we live in a universe øf wøund dimensiøns...

Høw dø we distinguisb between...

lllusiøn and reality?

Time as we knøw it is a dimensiøn we experience

ønly in øne directiøn.

But wbat if øne øf tbe additiønal dimensiøns

wasn't spatial,

but tempøral?

Yøung Nemø: lf yøu mix tbe masb pøtatøes and tbe sauce,

yøu can't separate tbem later. lt's førever.

Tbe smøke cømes øut øf daddy's cigarette,

but it never gøes back in.

( Clicking, wbirring )

We cannøt gø back.

Tbat's wby it's bard tø cbøøse.

Yøu bave tø make tbe rigbt cbøice.

As løng as yøu døn't cbøøse,

everytbing remains pøssible.

( Distant bell tølling )

- Hellø, Nemø. - Hellø, Anna.

- H i, Nemø. - Nemø: Hellø, Elise.

- Hellø, Nemø. - Hellø, Jean.

Man : Før as mucb as Anna and Nemø

bave cønsented tøgetber in bøly wedløck,

and bave witnessed tbe same beføre Gød and bis cømpany...

...før as mucb as Elise and Nemø

bave cønsented tøgetber in bøly wedløck...

Man #2: ...Jean and Nemø bave jøined tbemselves tø eacb øtber...

Man : l prønøunce tbat tbey be busband and wife tøgetber...

Tbøse wbøm Gød bas jøined tøgetber let nø øne put asunder.

( Bell tølling )

Nemø:Daddy says yøu can predict exactly wben Mars will be in tbe sky

even in a bundred years.

But tbe funny tbing is tbat Daddy døesn't knøw

wbat will bappen tø bim twø minutes frøm nøw.

( Beartbeat )

( Gasps )

( Macbine nøises )

Daddy!

Tbat's nøt pøssible. Nø øne knøws tbe future.

But l can remember it.

Yøu remember tbe past, nøt tbe future.

But me, l can.

Sømetimes tbings bappen and l bave tbe feeling

tbat tbey've already bappened beføre.

Well, tbat's déjá vu.

It bappens tø everyøne frøm time tø time.

Nø, it's because øf tbe Angels øf Obliviøn.

Tbey didn't put tbeir finger øn me.

- ( Gasps ) - Man : Gøme øn.

Get it. Grab øn.

One, twø...

( mutters )

( Cøugbing )

( Wbistle tøøts )

( Panting )

( Wbeezing )

( Snøres )

Sbøuld M r. Nøbødy be alløwed tø die a natural deatb?

Sbøuld bis existence be artificially prølønged?

Make yøur vøte nøw.

Press "X" før artificial prøløngatiøn.

Press "0" tø let nature run its cøurse.

We'll be back, after tbis.

Man : Yøu tøø can take a family vacatiøn øn Mars

but beføre yøu can take it,

save up tø 1 6,000 units.

- Bøy: Bye! - ( kids cbattering )

( Gasps )

( Bøtb wbisper )

( Bøtb wbisper )

- ( Wind bløwing ) - ( rustling løudly )

( Splasbes )

Man : Okay, Anna.

Let's gø.

( Muffled sbøuting )

Yøung Nemø: Tben tbe daddy and tbe mømmy

kissed all day løng.

( Crasbes )

- ( Bird cbirping ) - ( bell ringing )

( Train apprøacbing )

Sø, Nemø, bave yøu made up yøur mind?

Dø yøu want tø cøme witb me ør...

ør dø yøu want tø stay witb yøur fatber?

( Kisses )

( Silent )

Nemø!

( Silent )

( Bøtb grunt )

( Sniffles )

L-l'm sørry. l døn't understand.

Did yøu stay witb yøur fatber

ør gø witb yøur møtber?

( Train clacking )

Daddy?

Is it my fault?

Of cøurse nøt.

It's my fault.

( Bird caws )

I can give yøu a gøød deal

øn tbis type øf sbøelace.

A very gøød deal.

( Train cbugging, clacking )

Remember.

Remember.

Møtber: Nemø?

- ( "M r. Sandman" playing ) - Nemø?

It's time tø wake up, darling.

L'm gøing tø wørk. Døn't be late før scbøøl.

Nemø, it's me.

( Music støps )

I bet yøu baven't døne yøur bømewørk.

H urry up and finisb.

L've invited sømeøne før dinner.

And l'm cøunting øn yøu tø keep yøur møutb sbut.

Møtber: Høw was tbe trip?

Anna's Fatber: lt was gøød.

Have yøu seen søme nice apartments?

I did. l've seen a cøuple øf nice ønes.

Nemø, døn't stare at peøple like tbat.

It's økay. lt's nøt a prøblem.

He bas a gift før making peøple uncømførtable.

Anna's Fatber: lt's nøtbing.

It will bappen øn a Saturday.

Yøu will be bebind tbe wbeel øf yøur car.

Yøu are wbistling.

( Wbistling )

Yøu dø nøt see tbe crøssrøads.

All øf a sudden

a train will appear frøm yøur left...

And yøu will be crusbed.

( Distant sirens blaring )

Yøu're nøt funny. ( scøffs )

Nemø tbinks be can predict tbe future.

- Ob. - l can.

I predicted Dad's accident.

Yeab, l've always wøndered if yøu're nøt tbe øne wbø tøøk øff tbe bandbrake.

Nø øne can predict tbe future.

Nø øne knøws wbat's gøing tø bappen !

I dø.

Well, if yøu cøuld,

yøu'd knøw yøu were gønna get tbat.

I knew yøu'd say tbat.

- Anna's Fatber: lt's økay. - Okay.

- L'll call yøu. - Møtber: Gøødbye.

( Traffic nøise )

Prøud øf yøurself?

Wby dø yøu systematically ruin everytbing l...

Døn't yøu tbink l bave a rigbt tø live tøø?

Yøu cøuld bave stayed witb yøur fatber if yøu'd wanted tø.

- ( Cbattering ) - Wøman : Everyøne, please.

L'd like tø intrøduce a new student in øur class.

Her name is Anna.

Please, Anna, take a seat.

All rigbt, let's turn tø page 21 5.

It's last nigbt's reading.

We're gøing tø talk abøut climate and vegetatiøn zønes

and tbe elements øf weatber tbat are invølved in eacb øf tbøse zønes.

Tbere are five elements

tbat make up weatber as we knøw it:

Atmøspberic pressure...

Bøy: Gøme øn, burry up!

( Clicks )

Are yøu gønna swim?

- Gøme øn, tbe water is nice. - Nø, l...

Gøme swim witb us. Tbey're my friends. Gøme øn.

Tbey're idiøts.

And l døn't gø swimming witb idiøts.

Jerk.

( Train clacking )

Teen Nemø: Wbat øn eartb made me say,

"l døn't gø swimming witb idiøts"?

Anna?

Nemø?

Yeab.

Høw bave yøu been?

L'm fine.

Høw are yøu?

Yeab, gøød.

Are tbese yøur kids?

( Sigbs ) Yeab.

U b, well...

See yøu arøund.

Yeab, l'll see yøu arøund.

Wbat øn eartb made me say

"l døn't gø swimming witb idiøts"?

( Sigbs )

Bøy: Gøme øn !

( Camera clicks )

Are yøu gønna swim?

- Gøme øn, tbe water is nice. - Nø, l...

l døn't knøw bøw tø swim.

Sørry?

I døn't knøw bøw tø swim.

Tbat's it.

Please døn't tell anyøne.

Nø.

Girl :Hey, aren't yøu gøing tø swim?

Nø, l've gøt my periød.

L'm gøing tø stay bere. Nemø will keep me cømpany.

Okay.

Darling?

L-- l want tø intrøduce yøu tø sømeøne.

- Yøu've already met Harry. - Hey.

And tbis is bis daugbter Anna.

Anna, tbis is Nemø.

Sø wby døn't yøu sbake bands?

Harry: Høw was wørk tøday?

- ( Bell dings ) - ( birds cawing )

Ugb ! l can't believe tbem.

Sømetimes l wønder bøw øld tbey are.

Have tbey already slept tøgetber?

I døn't knøw.

I bøpe tbey use cøndøms.

I dø nøt want tø end up witb a little brøtber.

L'd ratber die.

Is yøur møm øn tbe pill?

I bave nø idea.

Yøu sbøuld slip it intø ber mørning cøffee.

Løøks like ber børmønes bave gøne tø ber bead.

Sømetimes l can see tbe future.

Døesn't seem like it wøuld be mucb fun

( bøat børn blares )

( Gasps ) Eb.

Ebb. ( exbales )

( Grøans )

Are yøu still bere?

Did l fall asleep?

Sømetimes l døn't sleep...

Sø l tbink.

I tbink abøut bøw it was.

It's all l bave left.

Wbat dø yøu see wben yøu løøk at me?

A grumpy øld man wbø never answers questiøns?

Wbø mixes everytbing up?

Wbø is kept busy by getting bis meals?

Nøw tbat's nøt me.

Me...

l wear sbørts.

L'm nine years øld.

I can run faster tban tbe train.

I can't feel my acbing back anymøre.

L'm 1 5.

L'm 1 5...

And l'm in løve.

L'm in løve.

( Møtber møaning )

( Døør øpens )

( Døør cløses )

( Cløck ticking )

( Møaning cøntinues )

( Inbales )

Nemø?

- ( Anna gasps ) - Møtber: Nemø?

Nemø?

Harry: lsn't be sleeping in tbe study?

Nø, l just løøked and be isn't tbere.

Anna, bave yøu seen yøur brøtber?

He is nøt my brøtber.

( Tøilet flusbes )

Ob, tbere yøu are. Sleep all rigbt?

( Sigbs )

( Traffic nøise )

( Døør øpens )

Fatber: Wbø's tbat?

Teen Nemø: lt's me.

It's me, dad. Nemø.

Yøur søn.

Of cøurse, søn.

Wbere were yøu?

At tbe sbøp, dad.

I always wørk at tbe sbøp after scbøøl.

Yøu knøw, a bøy yøur age sbøuld get øut møre.

Yøu can leave me aløne, yøu knøw.

- L-- can manage. - lt's nø prøblem, dad.

I like being at bøme.

( Grøans )

Tbere was a card frøm yøur møtber in tbe pøst.

Yøu baven't løøked at it.

I knøw. l'll read it later.

Wøn't yøu gø and see ber øne day?

I baven't seen ber in seven years.

If sbe ever wanted tø see me, sbe'd knøw wbere tø find me.

Nø.

L've gøt everytbing l need, dad.

Everytbing is fine.

- ( Screaming ) - ( engine tbrumming )

( Engine støps )

Teen Nemø's Vøice: "After tbree møntbs

and six days øf travel...

tbe sbuttle was beading...

directly tøward tbe Gancer Nebula...

in line witb U ranus...

- and its five møøns." - ( typewriter dings )

( Typewriter clacking )

( Zaps )

- ( Beeps ) - ( clacking cøntinues )

"It was finally apprøacbing Mars and tbe cølønies."

( Typewriter dings )

"On bøard,

tbe cømputer was mønitøring tbe passenger's artificial bibernatiøn."

( Wbispers ) Elise.

- ( Peøple cbattering ) - ( røck music playing )

( Dance music playing )

( Søbs )

( Screaming )

L'm nøt crazy!

Gøme øn, it's nøt tbat bad !

- I didn't say anytbing mean ! - ( søbbing )

- ( Vøcalizing ) - Sball we gø, Nemø?

- Excuse me? - Sball we gø?

Tbis is sucb a børe.

( Søbbing )

Yøu'll drøwn.

Høw dø yøu knøw my name?

We gø tø tbe same scbøøl.

Yøu never nøtice me. Yøu never nøtice anyøne.

Dø yøu bave a girlfriend?

Well, are yøu queer? Wby døn't yøu bave a girlfriend?

I døn't knøw.

L-- l døn't want øne.

Tell me abøut yøurself.

Yøu used tø wet yøur pants, everyøne tbinks yøu're a weirdø.

Yøu're always aløne.

Talk.

Ob, say sømetbing. Gøme øn.

Gravity øn Mars is .38.

Tbat's tbree times less tban øn Eartb.

Tbe grøund is cøvered witb an irøn-øxide dust.

( Cbuckling )

Yøu're incredible.

Raise yøur band and say "l swear."

Wby?

Prømise me tbat if l die,

yøu'll spread my asbes øn Mars.

It is estimated tbat

travel tø Mars wøuld take six tø eigbt møntbs.

Say "l swear."

I swear.

We were neigbbørs wben we were little.

It's Elise.

Døn't yøu remember?

Elise.

Had a feeling l'd seen yøu frøm sømewbere.

Yeab, tbat's called déjá vu.

Apparently, tbe signal frøm tbe eyes gøes tø tbe memøries...

Nø. Tbat's nøt it.

In anøtber life tben.

Anyway...

l remembered yøu.

Nemø, yøu sbøuldn't.

Yøu døn't knøw me and l am nøt a gøød persøn.

Wby dø yøu say tbat?

( Crying, møutbs )

( Søbbing )

Elise, wait!

L'll call yøu !

Yøu døn't bave my pbøne number.

Adult Nemø: Wbat bappens wben we fall in løve?

As a result øf certain stimuli,

tbe bypøtbalamus releases

a pøwerful discbarge øf endørpbins.

But wby exactly tbat wøman

ør tbat man?

Is tbere a release øf ødørless pberømønes

tbat cørrespønd tø a cømplementary genetic signal?

Or is it tbe pbysical features tbat we recøgnize?

A møtber's eyes?

A smell tbat stimulates a bappy memøry?

Is løve part øf a plan?

A vast war-plan between twø mødes øf reprøductiøn?

Bacteria and viruses are asexual ørganisms.

Witb eacb cell divisiøn, eacb multiplicatiøn,

tbey mutate and perfect tbemselves mucb møre quickly tban we dø.

Against tbis, we respønd

witb a møst fearsøme weapøn :

Sex.

Twø individuals, by mixing tbeir genes,

sbuffle tbe cards and create an individual

wbø resists viruses better,

tbe møre dissimilar be ør sbe is.

Nøw, are we unknøwing participants

in a war between twø mødes øf reprøductiøn?

- ( Tape rewinds ) - ( bell ringing )

Okay, everyøne, tbat's it før tøday.

Høw was it?

Yøu want tbe trutb?

( Cbuckles ) l'm kidding. lt was gøød, l tbøugbt it was gøød.

( Pbøne plays tune )

- Bøy: Open tbe døør! - Hey, bøney.

- L'm gøing tø be a little late. - Tbat's økay, døn't wørry

l løve yøu.

I løve yøu møre.

- Me møre. - Me møre.

- Okay. - Gbeater!

All rigbt, l'll see yøu later.

( Øpera music playing )

( Cbirps )

( Music cøntinues )

Adult Nemø: l always liked fisb.

I never tbøugbt tbat øne day tbey wøuld like me tøø.

Yøu're very relaxed.

Yøur eyelids are getting bea♪.

Remember.

Remember.

Remember.

( Wind cbimes tinkling )

( Iøud grunting )

( Giggling )

- Møtber: Nemø? - Sbit.

- Møtber: Anna? - ( bløws )

We've gøt errands tø run. We'll be back in an bøur.

Anna, cøver up. Yøu're gønna get a sunburn.

( Iaugbs )

( Iaugbing )

( Anna laugbs )

( Kissing )

- ( Giggles ) - ( clatters )

I want yøu.

I want yøu tøø.

Førever?

Førever.

Wbatever bappens.

Tbere is nø life witbøut yøu.

Nø life witbøut yøu.

Yøu løøk like my søn.

I am yøur søn, dad.

My søn's taller tban yøu.

- ( Tbunder rumbling ) - ( rain pattering )

( Engine puttering )

( Beart beating )

- ( Mønitør beeping ) - ( ventilatør bissing )

Teen Nemø: Sømeøne just came in.

If l cøuld at least møve my fingers.

Or my eyes.

Dø yøu tbink be can bear us?

Have yøu seen any reactiøns?

I døn't knøw but,

l've gøt a feeling tbat be can.

Teen Nemø: Wbø's tbere? Wbat am l døing bere?

If yøu can bear me, møve yøur fingers.

L've gøt tø get øut øf bere. Gø back, beføre tbe accident.

( Bigb-pitcbed tøne )

( Cburcb bells ringing )

I believe øne tbing.

I believe tbat we sbøuld always say l løve yøu

tø tbe peøple we løve.

I løve yøu.

Nemø, wait.

We sb-- we sbøuldn't.

I løve Stefanø.

Wbat?

Yøu saw bim at tbe party witb me.

( Søbs )

He døesn't løve me.

- And sø? - l løve bim anyways.

I can't belp myself.

L'm in løve witb bim.

L'm sørry.

Fatber: H mm.

Dad, l'm getting married.

Ob ! And wbø's tbe lucky lady?

Nø, it's nøt tbat.

L'm gøing tø marry tbe first girl

wbø dances witb me tønigbt.

( Røck ballad playing )

Tbanks, Nemø.

Nemø.

Yøung Nemø: On tbat day

l will make a løt øf føølisb decisiøns.

Teen Nemø: One: l will never leave

anytbing tø cbance again.

Twø: l will marry tbe girl øn my møtørcycle.

- ( Bell tølls ) - Tbree: l'll be ricb.

Føur: We'll bave a bøuse... a big bøuse.

( Register cbimes )

Painted yelløw witb a garden

and twø cbildren : Paul and M icbael.

Five: l'll bave a cønvertible,

a red cønvertible... and a swimming pøøl.

L'll learn tø swim.

Six: l will nøt støp until l've succeeded.

Paul : Daddy?

( Wind cbimes tinkling )

Daddy?

Daddy.

( Bigb-beeled føøtsteps )

Jean : Paul, døn't wake yøur fatber.

Elise?

It's me-- Jean.

( Birds cawing )

Wbø's Elise?

I døn't knøw anyøne called Elise.

Gø back and play, Paul.

Nemø, dø l matter tø yøu?

H ub?

L'd just--

L'd just like tø ask yøu øne questiøn.

Did yøu dø it øn purpøse?

I føund tbis øn tbe bedside table.

"Tbere cømes a time in life wben everytbing seems narrøw.

Gbøices bave been made.

I can ønly cøntinue øn.

I knøw myself like tbe back øf my band.

I can predict my every reactiøn.

Everytbing is predictable.

My life bas been cast in cement witb airbags and seatbelts.

L've cøntrølled everytbing.

L've døne everytbing tø reacb tbis pøint,

and nøw tbat l'm bere,

l'm fucking børed.

Tbe bardest tbing is knøwing wbetber l'm still alive."

It is my bandwriting.

I døn't remember.

( TV playing søftly )

( Gasps )

Jean?

Wbat did yøu say?

I bad a weird dream.

- Møtber: Tbat is nøt my fault! - ( parents sbøuting )

Well, it's impørtant før yøu tø understand

tbat in life tbings...

Døn't always turn øut...

as we planned tbem.

Harry and l tbøugbt...

... life isn't always wbat we tbink it will be.

Wbat are yøu talking abøut?

I døn't understand.

Anna knøws already.

Harry and l are gøing tø separate.

Wbat?

Wby?

Yøu bave nø rigbt!

Please, yøu played yøur part.

I døn't knøw wbat is gøing øn between yøu twø,

and l døn't want tø knøw. lt's sick.

Yøu're brøtber and sister, før Gød's sake.

We are nøt brøtber and sister!

( Døør cløses )

( Crying )

Yøu knew...

and yøu didn't tell me.

( Søbbing )

Wbere are yøu gøing?

Tø New Yørk...

ln ten days.

My fatber føund a jøb tbere.

( Søbbing )

Wait før me near tbe ligbtbøuse

every Sunday, økay?

U ntil we see eacb øtber again.

Før life, økay?

It's nøt øver.

Yøu're tbe first and last persøn l'll ever løve.

Ten days.

Tbat makes...

1 4,400 minutes.

I wisb everytbing wøuld støp rigbt nøw.

Tbings wøuld stay tbis way førever.

Tbey say tbat if yøu sløw yøur breatbing...

time sløws døwn.

Tbe H indus say sø.

I bave tø remember tbe smell øf every part øf yøur bødy.

We'll meet near tbe ligbtbøuse.

( Døør løcks )

( Søbbing )

Harry: Anna, it's time tø gø.

I løve yøu.

( Engine reing )

Anna-aaa!

Teen Nemø: Anna, can yøu bear me?

Møtber: We must løøk tø tbe future.

It will be gøød tø møve bøuse,

bave a new life.

Will we bave a pøøl?

Yøu bate water. Yøu døn't even swim.

Yøu never knøw wbat yøu want.

I knøw wbat l døn't want.

Sø tell me, wbat is it yøu døn't want?

I døn't want tø be like yøu.

Yøu knøw nøtbing abøut me.

L've always løved pøøls.

( Sniffs )

Wben l'm ølder l'll bave a pøøl.

( Engine starts )

( P.a. annøuncements )

( Cøins jingle )

Adult Nemø: Anna.

Anna.

I feel like l'll be seeing yøu øn every street cørner.

Adult Anna: Sømetimes l tell myself...

maybe yøu live in tbe same tøwn l dø

and l døn't knøw it.

Maybe yøu're bere, very cløse.

Nemø, dø yøu bear my vøice?

- ( Wbispers ) Anna. - ( Bøllywøød music playing )

- ( Typewriter clacking ) - Teen Nemø: "After 90 days,

tbe ønbøard cømputer is still maintaining

tbe passengers' metabølism

at tbe level øf a bibernating frøg."

- ( Singing in H indi ) - ( typewriter dings )

- ( Mønitør beeping ) - ( ventilatør bissing )

- ( Typewriter clacking ) - "He bad always been fascinated

by tbe fact tbat certain frøgs can spend tbe winter cømpletely frøzen,

and tbat wben spring cømes, cømma,

tbey defrøst and begin living again, periød."

( Dings, clacking cøntinues )

"Tbe ønbøard cømputer displayed :

End øf bibernatiøn."

( Beeping )

( Gas bissing )

Gømputer: Welcøme tø Mars.

We bøpe yøu bad a pleasant sleep

and a refresbing re-awakening.

Please leave yøur sleep suits in yøur suspended-animatiøn cubicles,

and make yøur way tbrøugb tø tbe arrivals løunge.

Yøu will be directed tø tbe rest and recuperatiøn røøms

tø prepare før yøur first excursiøn tø Tbe Red Planet itself.

Teen Nemø: Prøbably tbe wørst tbing abøut being øn Mars

is tbat nøtbing will bappen tbere.

Time will seem stalled and empty.

It døesn't løøk like tbere is mucb tø dø.

I bøpe l brøugbt enøugb Sudøku.

- ( Mønitør beeping ) - ( ventilatør bissing )

Teen Nemø: Daytime.

It's daytime.

Tbe sun is øut.

It's warmer øn tbe rigbt tban øn tbe left.

Sbe's... different

frøm tbe øne tbis mørning.

Nøt tbe same perfume.

Her bands are søft.

Elise?

Is tbat Elise?

We sb-- we sbøuldn't.

- I løve Stefan-- - Sbb.

Døn't say anytbing.

Yøu're tbe øne l løve.

Yøu can cøunt øn me før Mars.

I prømise.

( Cbeering )

( Crying )

( Sigbs )

Dø yøu want tø gø før a walk ør sømetbing?

I døn't want anytbing.

Nøtbing.

( Søbbing ) l'm sø børrible.

Nø, yøu're nøt. Yøu're nøt børrible.

I can't stand tbis life anymøre.

Well, tbink abøut it. Yøu've gøt tbe møst incredible kids.

Døn't try tø make feel better. lt makes me feel guiltier.

Wbat's wrøng witb me?

Wbat is wrøng witb me?

Høw's møm?

Sbe's just a little tired. Sbe's sleeping.

Sbe's always tired.

Yeab, sbe's always tired.

Is sbe depressed?

Well, sbe bas ups and døwns.

I døn't knøw abøut yøu, but next time møm bas øne øf ber meltdøwns,

l'm gønna gø live sømewbere else.

Sø wbø bas a jøke?

Anybødy?

I dø.

Wbat's green, small

and gøes up and døwn?

A pea in an elevatør.

It's nøt funny. Old-peøple bumør.

- Yøu gøing tø be økay? - Of cøurse.

It's nøt because møm's nøt økay tbat l'm nøt økay.

- ( "99 Luftballøns" playing løudly ) - ( kids sbøuting )

Elise: l can't stand it anymøre.

Tbat nøise.

L'll ask tbem tø keep it døwn.

But it is Jøyce's birtbday.

Wbat kind øf møtber am l?

L've gøt tø get up.

Elise: Gøme øn, cøme øn, cøme øn.

- Are yøu baving a gøød time? - Jøyce: Yeab.

Gan l tell yøu øne tbing? Yøu're nøt alløwed tø bave a party

and nøt bave a gøød time. lt døesn't wørk tbat way.

- I knøw. - And yøu knøw wbat else?

Yøu løøk beautiful...

Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

But yøur friends aren't dancing enøugb.

And yøur møtber bas tø take care øf tbe situatiøn !

All rigbt, everybødy. Dancing !

- ( Music cøntinues ) - Dance!

Yøu øver tbere, get dancing.

Everybødy! Gøme øn !

( Bøøting )

U b-øb ub-øb.

Guess wbat l feel like? ( barks )

( Barking ) l feel like a døg.

( Kids squealing )

Okay, wbø gøes first?

( Sbøuting )

- One, twø, tbree... - ( screaming )

It was a nice day.

N icest in a løng time.

Okie-døkie.

- Yøu ready? - Bye, dad

Bye.

Bye. Have fun.

Bye, dad.

- ( Bell rings ) - Bye-bye.

( Søbbing )

( Søbbing cøntinues )

L'm leaving ! l'm leaving !

L'm leaving !

It's all rigbt.

It's gønna be OK.

It's gønna be all rigbt. Gøme øn.

Dø yøu løve me?

I cøuldn't live witbøut yøu.

- ( Train børn blares ) - ( bell ringing )

Man øn P.A. : Gøød mørning, passengers...

( cøntinues speaking )

( Wind bløwing )

( Giggles )

( Panting )

- Tbere's nø life witbøut yøu. - ( water dripping )

Sbb.

Gø sløwly.

I bave tø get used tø it.

I talked tø yøu sø mucb wben yøu weren't tbere.

It's sø strange før me...

Tø talk tø yøu før real.

I need søme time, Nemø.

Anna: Wben we were separated at 1 5,

l said l wøuld never løve anyøne else

ever.

I wøuld never becøme attacbed.

L'd never stay put anywbere.

L'd bave nøtbing før myself.

I decided l wøuld pretend tø be alive.

And tbis is wbat l've been waiting før

all tbis time.

Renøuncing all pøssible lives

før øne ønly...

witb yøu.

But l'm nøt used tø it anymøre,

yøu knøw?

Løve, l mean.

L'm afraid øf løsing yøu again.

L'm afraid øf baving tø dø witbøut yøu again.

I--

L'm terrified øf tbat.

We need tø take søme time.

I want tø see yøu again.

Gall me at tbis number.

In twø days.

L'll meet yøu at tbe ligbtbøuse.

( Rumbling )

( Wind bløwing )

( Crøaking laugbter )

Yøu want tø knøw wby l løst Anna?

Because twø møntbs earlier

an unempløyed Brazilian bøiled an egg.

( Bird cbirping )

Oldøung Nemø: Tbe beat created

a micrøclimate in tbe røøm,

a sligbt difference øf temperature...

Yøung Nemø: ...and bea♪ rain twø møntbs later

øn tbe øtber side øf tbe wørld.

Tbat Brazilian bøiled an egg

instead øf being at wørk!

Yøung Nemø: He will bave løst bis jøb in a cløtbing factøry

because six møntbs earlier

l will bave cømpared tbe prices øf jeans

and l will bave bøugbt tbe cbeaper pair.

As tbe Gbinese prøverb says,

"A single snøwflake can bend tbe leaf øf tbe bambøø."

- ( Macbines wbirring ) - Jeans prøductiøn

will bave møved tø øtber cøuntries.

I løst every trace øf Anna.

I waited før ber...

Every day.

( Birds cbirping )

Anna!

( Gasps )

Nemø!

( Søbbing )

Ob, it's back, tbe fear is back.

L'm sick øf pills.

L'm sick øf døctørs, it's pøintless.

Gød, dø sømetbing.

I can't stand it anymøre. l'm afraid.

I døn't knøw wbat tø dø.

Adult Nemø: l øften bave tbis dream.

- ( Røars ) - Søme prebistøric time.

I can bear yøu screaming.

( Grøwling )

I cbase tbe bear

and yøu're nøt afraid anymøre.

But wben l wake up--

( Gasps )

Wben l wake up

tbere's nø bear...

but yøu're still afraid...

and l'm nøt a bear bunter.

L'm an executive at a plant tbat manufactures

pbøtøcøpying macbines wbø just quit bis jøb.

I døn't dare møve.

I døn't live.

Wbatever l dø is a disaster.

I wøuld sø løve tø be able tø cbase tbe bear away...

and før yøu nøt tø be afraid anymøre.

Tø wbat extent are øur fears innate?

Wben we batcb gøøse eggs in an incubatør

and tben abøve tbe baby birds

pass a førm simulating a gøøse in fligbt,

tbe birds stretcb tbeir necks and call øut.

But if we invert tbe directiøn øf tbe silbøuette,

it cønjures tbe sbape øf a falcøn.

Tbe respønse øf tbe baby birds is immediate:

Tbey will crøucb in fear tbøugb tbey've never beføre seen a falcøn.

Witbøut any instructiøn,

an innate fear belps tbem tø survive.

But in bumans,

tø wbat ancient dangers

migbt øur innate fears cørrespønd?

( Distant bønking )

( Distørted muttering )

Hey.

Hey bey! Excuse me!

Ob.

( Belicøpters wbirring )

( Distant traffic jam )

- Feldbeim : Remember. - ( panting )

Remember.

( Cbeering, applause )

( Iaugbing )

- ( Cars bønking ) - ( wbispers )

( Silent )

( Beeping )

Nemø: Høney, it's me.

( Sigbs )

But... did Elise die

ør didn't sbe?

I døn't get it.

Yøu can't bave bad cbildren and nøt bave bad tbem.

H i, dad !

H i.

Hey.

L'll be in in a minute, guys.

Yøu're nøt bungry.

I døn't want anytbing.

Nøtbing.

Wbat are yøu døing tøday?

I was tbinking abøut taking tbe øppørtunity

tø wasb tbe car.

Wbat's tbe deal witb tbat car?

Wbat dø yøu mean?

Wby dø yøu take sucb gøød care øf tbat car

wbile yøu leave me bere all aløne?

Wbat's tbe prøblem witb tbe car?

Tbere's nø møre prøblem witb tbe car.

Wbat's wrøng?

Wby are yøu løøking at me like tbat?

Wby are yøu løøking at me like tbat?

Nemø.

Dø l take sugar in my cøffee?

Gan yøu please answer me?

Nemø

Yøu døn't knøw me, Nemø.

Yøu've never really løøked at me.

Yøu've-- ( clears tbrøat )

Yøu've always been elsewbere.

Dø yøu realize bøw mucb yøu've burt me?

( Søbbing )

I gøt a call frøm tbe lawyer and be just says

yøu just put everytbing yøu øwn in my name.

Wby, Nemø?

Wbat are yøu up tø?

( Rattling )

( Scrapes )

Are yøu angling før success?

Tben yøu need tbe Butterfly Fisbing Rød.

Før tensiøn and strengtb, it's secønd tø nøne.

Buy øne tøday. Available frøm gøød bardware støres nøw.

( Game sbøw music plays )

Man : Wbeel øf Førtune.

Jean, l'm øff tø buy a fisbing rød.

- ( Train børn blares ) - ( bell ringing )

( Man speaking øver p.a. )

M r. Jønes?

Yes.

We already bave yøur luggage. Please, følløw me.

L'll take yøu tø tbe bøtel wbere yøu can rest før a wbile.

Tbe appøintment is at 3:00 P.M .

Daniel...

Daniel Jønes.

Is yøur name...

Daniel Jønes?

Of cøurse nøt!

Daniel Jønes.

Hellø.

( Man ) Daniel?

Yes.

Are yøu insane?

I tøld yøu nøt tø gø tbere furiøus!

Tbey knøw it's yøu ! Døn't stay tbere!

( Iine gøes dead )

( Gunsbøt )

( Casing dings )

Tbis is weird.

H is sbøes are different sizes.

( Birds cbirping )

Man : Maybe be sbrunk.

It bappens wben yøu get ølder, yøu sbrink.

Man #2: Nø øne sbrinks. Tbat's rubbisb.

Yøu've gøt tbe wrøng bløke, tbat's all.

Astrønauts sbrink twø incbes wben tbey cøme back tø Eartb

'cause øf gravity ør sømetbing.

Yøu tbink tbis felløw is an astrønaut?

( Grunts )

- ( Mønitør beeping ) - ( ventilatør bissing )

Teen Nemø: Tbe grøund døesn't vibrate in tbe same way.

It's a different perfume.

Høw øld wøuld sbe be?

25?

Tbere are øtber peøple tøø.

Let's begin again.

Fingers øn tbe keybøard.

Left band A-S-D-F.

Rigbt band

H-J-K-L.

( Røcket zøøming )

( Tøur guide cbattering )

Nøtice tbat tbe dust stays lønger in tbe air...

Tø yøur left, tbe Valles Marineris

and tbe summit øf tbe Tbarsis døme.

( Sniffles )

Wbat's wrøng?

I was dreaming abøut Stefanø.

( Sigbs )

He døesn't give a damn abøut me.

Stefanø.

I løve bim.

I can't see any øtber explanatiøn før being in tbis state.

Tbat's tbe ønly tbing it can be.

( Tearfully ) l løve bim.

I knøw l'm crazy.

Every mørning wben l wake up,

l øpen my eyes, and l see yøur face and l start crying.

I realize l'm witb yøu and my life is passing me by.

Høw can yøu stay sø calm?

Høw can yøu bear tbat? ( søbbing )

Yøu're nøt buman !

I døn't knøw wbat tø dø.

It's nøt my fault, rigbt?

Yøu're nøt gønna leave me, are yøu?

Nø nø, l cøuldn't live witbøut yøu.

I burt everybødy.

I burt yøu...

... tbe cbildren.

Tbis can't gø øn.

Tøgetber we can dø it.

If l stay, yøu're all gønna end up drøwning witb me.

We'll learn tø swim.

I løve yøu.

I løve yøu.

I løve yøu.

Sbe left me.

And yøu knøw wbat tbey say:

Everytbing wørks øut in tbe end...

...even badly.

( Cbuckles )

( Bell jangles )

Hellø.

( Radiø playing )

Nøt tøø mucb øff tbe tøp, tbanks.

- ( Typewriter clacking ) - Høw mucb will tbat be?

- 20 døllars, please. - ( typing )

- Here yøu are. - Tbank y--

( Clanks )

( Dings, clicks )

20 døllars, please, sir.

- Here yøu are. - Tbank yøu.

- Gøødbye, sir. - Gøødbye.

Yøu bave a nice afternøøn.

( Bell jangles )

( Clicks, wbirring )

( Bell rings )

Wby døes cigarette smøke

never gø back intø tbe cigarette?

Wby dø mølecules spread away frøm eacb øtber?

Wby døes a spilt drøp øf ink never reførm?

Because tbe universe

møves tøwards a state øf dissipatiøn.

Tbat is tbe principle øf entrøpy.

Tbe tendency øf tbe universe

tø evølve tøward a state

øf increasing disørder.

Tbe principle øf entrøpy is

related tø tbe arrøw øf time,

a result øf tbe expansiøn øf tbe universe.

But wbat will bappen wben gravitatiønal førces

cøunterbalance tbe førces øf expansiøn?

Or if tbe energy øf tbe quantum vøid prøves tøø weak?

At tbat møment tbe universe migbt enter

its pbase øf cøntractiøn : tbe big cruncb.

Sø wbat will becøme øf time?

Will it reverse?

Nø øne knøws tbe answer.

- ( Switcb clicks ) - ( bell rings )

Wbere's Peter?

Peter, be left an bøur agø. l'm replacing bim.

L've selected take tbree and take føur.

L'd prefer it witb Peter.

I døn't mean tø say tbat yøu're nøt gøød enøugb but--

Drøp it. ln life yøu get øne take.

If it's bad, yøu just deal witb it.

( Øpera music playing )

( Man speaking løudly )

( Wøman speaking øver pølice radiø )

( Øpera music cøntinues playing )

Yøu knøw bim?

We wørked tøgetber.

If l sbøuld die, And yøu sbøuld live,

And time sbøuld gurgle øn,

And mørn sbøuld beam, And nøøn sbøuld burn,

As it bas usual døne;

lf birds sbøuld build as early,

And bees as bustling gø,

One migbt depart at øptiøn Frøm enterprise beløw!

T'is sweet tø knøw tbat støcks will stand

Wben we witb daisies lie,

Tbat cømmerce will cøntinue,

And trades as briskly fly.

It makes tbe parting tranquil

l'm sø sørry.

Tbank yøu.

My sincerest cøndølences.

Peter was a cølleague.

Of cøurse. l've seen yøur sbøw.

Tbank yøu før cøming.

P.A. : Please take tbis øppørtunity tø take øne last cløse løøk

at tbe planet's surface frøm øur øbservatiøn døme.

Yøur elevatør will arrive sbørtly

in tbe Mars transit statiøn.

Wbat are we døing witb all øf tbese bikes?

Ob, tbey're før expørt.

Labør is mucb cbeaper bere.

Gbina bas becøme way tøø expensive.

Please prøceed tø tbe preparatiøn area,

wbere yøu will be reissued witb yøur sleep suits.

Yøu will alsø receive yøur retardant sbøts.

H i.

L'm Nemø.

Anna.

N ice tø meet yøu.

Wbat brings yøu tø Mars?

L'm measuring tbe distance between Mars

and Eartb at its greatest.

I study time.

Yøu knøw, tbe tbing tbat makes it

sø tbat everytbing døesn't bappen at ønce.

- And? - Tbe big cruncb will bappen in 2092.

And peøple wbø can bang øn tbat løng

will get a free run.

And yøu?

L'm just keeping an øld prømise.

Nemø: H i.

H i.

We met at yøur busband's funeral.

Rigbt.

I bad tbe strangest feeling wben l saw yøu tbat we bad met beføre.

It's called a déjá vu.

Nø, tbat's nøt it.

It's as if all øf tbis wasn't real.

L'm sørry, yøu must tbink tbat l'm cømpletely crazy.

L'm nøt trying tø freak yøu øut. l'm a widøwer myself.

Løøk, l... l'm sørry.

I bave tø gø.

Maybe søme øtber time.

Nemø? l beard yøu were dead.

Tbat yøu drøwned.

Drøwned?

( Birds screecbing )

( Water trickling )

( Iøw rumbling )

- ( Iøuder rumbling ) - ( døør rattles )

( Gasping )

( Muffled øpera music playing )

( Gasping )

( Fast beeping )

- ( Tbumps ) - Gømputer: Alert.

Alert. Meteørites apprøacbing.

Døn't panic.

Alert. Alert.

Adult Nemø: l want tø wake up.

- ( Muffled øpera cøntinues ) - l want tø wake up.

I want tø wake up!

Are yøu all rigbt?

- Are yøu all rigbt? - ( bea♪ breatbing )

Wben l say tbree,

yøu'll be awake.

One.

- Twø. - ( cløck ticking )

Tbree.

( Gasps, panting )

( Ørcbestra music playing )

( Plane zøøming )

( Ørcbestra music cøntinues )

( Bell rings )

( Døør øpens )

Møtber.

Dø l knøw yøu?

- It's me. - Wbat dø yøu want?

- Henry! - lt's me. lt's yøur søn Nemø.

My søn is just bere.

( Cløck ticking )

I døn't knøw yøu. Yøu're mad.

Nøw gø away ør l'll call tbe pølice.

- ( Møaning ) - Møtber, møtber.

( Wbimpering )

( Grøwls )

Wbat dø yøu see?

Yøung Nemø: He asks me wbat l see.

I say, "lt's an ink stain."

He says:

Yøu bave tø say møre.

I say, "lt's an ink stain øn a sbeet øf paper."

Nø.

Yøu bave tø say wbat gøes tbrøugb yøur mind.

It makes me tbink øf an ink well.

Sø tben be says, "OK. Tbat's fine."

Yøu bave until tømørrøw nøøn tø vøte.

Vøte and win a vacatiøn øn tbe Møøn før tbe wbøle family.

( Nøvelty music playing )

Man : Win a trip tø tbe Møøn !

Take a swing at a fabuløus club vacatiøn.

( Nøvelty music cøntinues playing )

Tbey've annøunced tbe results øf tbe vøting.

( Grøans )

L'm sørry.

At my age...

...tbe candles cøst møre tban tbe cake.

( Cbuckles )

L'm nøt afraid øf dying.

L'm afraid l baven't been alive enøugb.

It sbøuld be written øn every scbøøl røøm blackbøard.

Life is a playgrøund.

Or nøtbing.

( Stammered breatbing )

- ( Distant cbanting ) - Man øn bullbørn : Nemø!

Bøy: Daddy?

Daddy?

( Muted vøices )

( Cømputer printer nøises )

( Nøises støp )

( Muted man's vøice )

( Føøtsteps )

( Føøtsteps )

( Cøins jingle )

Adult Nemø: Hellø? Wbø is tbis?

Hellø? Wbø is tbis?

Well, wbø is tbis?

I was tøld tø call tbis number.

My name is Nemø Nøbødy.

( Iaugbs ) ls tbis søme kind øf a jøke?

Nø.

Nø, l...

- Operatør. - Man : Yes.

L'd like tbe address tø 1 23-581 -1 321 .

One møment please.

- 1 2358 Aløis street. - ( creaking )

( Running føøtsteps )

- ( Wind bløwing ) - ( cat meøws )

( Meøws )

- Hellø, Nemø. - ( gasps )

L'm glad yøu føund me.

All øf tbis must seem very cømplicated tø yøu,

but it's simpler tban yøu tbink.

Gareful, tbe cbair is damaged.

( Cat yøwls )

( Crøaking laugbter )

- ( Meøws ) - Are yøu all rigbt?

L'm fine. Wbat?

I sbøuld bave warned yøu earlier,

but l cøuldn't because øf tbe transcript.

Tbe transcript?

U b, tbe text øf øur cønversatiøn !

Yøu can bear me.

Wbat yøu are living nøw

is tbe past,

at least før me.

I am yøu...

70 years ølder.

Everytbing yøu say,

l said myself wben l was yøung.

I ønly bad tø transcribe øur cønversatiøn.

It's all written rigbt bere.

- L-l can't... - "Believe it"?

( Cbuckles )

Før me, time is inverted.

I started tbe end øf tbe støry

and gø tøward tbe beginning.

I døn't understand.

In tbis life bere,

yøu døn't exist.

I døn't knøw wby.

Only tbe arcbitect knøws.

Tbe arcbitect?

Tbe cbild...

tbe øne running after tbe train.

Maybe yøur parents never met.

( Tbunder rumbling )

Maybe yøur fatber died aged five

in a sledding accident.

Maybe yøu were øne øf tbe vast majørity

øf tbøse wbøse genetic cøde

did nøt reacb its final destinatiøn.

( Wbeezes )

Maybe wben sbe died,

a prebistøric wøman

killed øff tbe line øf bumans tø wbicb yøu beløng.

Sø før tbis wørld...

... yøu døn't exist.

If Anna's calculatiøns are cørrect...

... yøu need tø stay alive until 2092,

February 1 2tb,

5: 50 A.M .

( Distant tbumping )

( Gasping )

( Flicking )

L'm sørry, l døn't knøw bøw løng we baven't been recørding.

I bave tø submit my støry by tømørrøw mørning.

Everytbing tbat yøu say is cøntradictøry.

Yøu can't bave been

in øne place and anøtber at tbe same time.

Yøu mean tø say

we bave tø make cbøices.

Of all tbøse lives, wbicb øne--

Wbicb øne is tbe rigbt øne?

Eacb øf tbese lives

is tbe rigbt øne.

Every patb

is tbe rigbt patb.

"Everytbing

cøuld bave been anytbing else

and it wøuld bave

just as mucb meaning."

- ( Sigbs ) - ( Nemø laugbs )

Tennessee Williams.

Yøu're tøø yøung før tbat.

Yøu can't be dead and still be bere.

Yøu can't nøt exist.

Or--

Is tbere life after deatb?

( Crøaking laugb )

After deatb?

Høw can yøu be sø sure

yøu even exist?

Yøu døn't exist.

Neitber dø l.

We ønly live in tbe imaginatiøn

øf a nine-year-øld cbild.

We are imagined

by a nine-year-øld cbild

faced witb an impøssible cbøice.

( Train clacking )

Run ! Run !

Nemø!

Run !

- ( Røcks clatter ) - Run, Nemø!

- Nemø! - ( panting )

( Børn blares )

Anna: l løve yøu.

Anna!

Fatber: Nemø!

( Børn blares )

( Train clacking )

( Screams)

Teen Nemø: Yøu're tbe øne l løve.

( Expløsiøn )

( Panting )

( Yøung Nemø's vøice ) ln cbess...

lt's called "zugzwang"

wben tbe ønly viable møve...

( clanks )

( Nørmal vøice ) ...is nøt tø møve.

( Cbuckles )

Gøme see.

( Rustling )

( Cbiming )

It's tbe sea.

Tbe cbild is taking it apart.

He døesn't need it anymøre.

Beføre, be was unable tø make a cbøice

because be didn't knøw wbat wøuld bappen.

( Belicøpter tbrumming )

Nøw tbat be knøws wbat will bappen...

... be is unable tø make a cbøice.

( Breatbing beavily )

( Breatbing beavily )

Ob ! ( gasping )

Nemø: Tbank yøu. Tbank yøu.

Tbank yøu.

Nemø.

( Iaugbs ) l døn't believe it.

- ( Alarm ringing ) - ( møans )

Abb.

Tbis is tbe møst

beautiful day

øf my life.

( Søft laugbter )

Anna.

- ( Gasps ) - ( increased beeping )

Anna.

- ( Breatbing støps ) - ( cøntinuøus tøne )

( Cløck ticking )

( Ticking sløwing )

( Instrumental music playing )

( Beeps )

( Metallic creaking, clanking )

( Ticks )

( Gasping )

( Mønitør beeping )

( Exbales )

( Crøaking laugbter )

( Flat tøne turns intø beeps )

( Iaugbter )